AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Briggs looks up, catching my eyes, and the corner of his mouth tugs up slowly. He sets his fork down quietly, before clasping his hands together under his chin. “Gonna need you to elaborate, Mads.”
My cheeks burn as I swallow down my nerves. “This. Us. Together. You’re right. I want to give it a chance. I just think we should probably take things slowly. Get to know each other better, since we only spent a weekend together when Olive was conceived.”
“An amazing weekend,” he says.
It was, which is part of the reason I am open to exploring whatever it was that sparked between us.
I nod. “It was. What you said the other day... about not being able to forget about it? I couldn’t either. Even during my pregnancy and after what happened… I didn’t. Even though I should’ve at the time.”
Reaching out, he gently takes my hand in his. His palm is warm, and considerably less clammy than mine, and for the first time tonight, I feel my nerves easing.
“I will never hurt you or Olive, Maddison, and I’ll prove that to you, if you let me, every day, baby.”
Baby.
I clear my throat, trying to keep my emotions from spilling out, I take another bite of lasagna, while Briggs pours me another glass of wine.
After dinner, he clears the table and puts everything in the dishwasher. I tried to help, but he insisted I enjoy my wine since I cooked. Three glasses in, and now I’m wondering what I was so nervous about in the first place.
I’m leaning against the doorframe, my head resting on the wood as I watch him clean up. Maybe it’s the wine, after not being able to have any, or maybe it’s just because that’s who Briggs is… he’s intoxicating. Raw masculinity, and I’m learning that under all of his exterior, he’s thoughtful and intentional.
The opposite of the man he used to be, or at least that’s the way it seems. More disciplined.
“I can feel your eyes on me from all the way over here,” he says hoarsely. When he turns around and our eyes lock, I feel it in my core.
“Just observing.”
Tossing the dishrag down on the counter, he walks toward me. Slowly. Until he’s right in front of me. So close I can smell the clean, woodsy scent of his body wash, and my breath quickens.
“Hmm. Wanna share those observations, Mads?”
I shake my head, bringing the wine glass back to my lips, enjoying this entirely too much for just having said I wanted to take things slowly. Briggs places his hands on each side of the doorframe behind me then leans in, not touching me, but close enough that I can inhale and feel him.
He has a way of calming me, the way the quiet eye of a hurricane would pass through even during the most chaotic of storms, yet somehow, only moments later, he has my heart racing in a way I haven’t felt since the night I spent in his arms.
“How about you tell me why you were so nervous earlier?”
I scoff quietly. “Me? Nervous? Never.”
Briggs smirks and, instead of answering, I drain the last sip of my wine and press the glass against his chest teasingly. The wine has my blood buzzing, and I feel more confident. Less nervous. More like the old me.
“It feels a lot like a first date is all. First dates are scary.”
“A first date? Maddison, I’ve spent an entire night buried inside your pussy, I think we’re past the first date.”
His words are filthy, and they cause my core to throb, like the traitor she is. Briggs leans in closer, running his nose along the sensitive spot on my jaw that has me sucking in a sharp breath. He takes the wine glass from my hand and sets it beside him, close to the counter, without ever breaking eye contact.
“We’re supposed to be taking things slow, remember?” I whisper.
“Mhm, I do.”
I feel his lips right there, right under the spot that he ran his tongue along before. The same spot that had me arching against him as he sank inside of me.
“Briggs, I need to tell you something.” My voice is nothing but a whisper.
He pulls back, his steel eyes locking with mine, and for a moment, the only sound is our labored breathing. The tension so thick it seems to suck all of the air from the room, leaving me desperate to breathe again.
To breathe him in.
