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“So, you punished me for…what?Being a good girlfriend?” I’m regretting not pouring a second glass of wine for this.
“You want me to be honest with you, but I don’t want you to hate me for it.” He blows out a long breath. “I know I sound like a total asshole, but I wanted to date around a little more, to be sure you really were the one. Which, in hindsight, was thestupidestidea I ever came up with, because it was always supposed to be you and me. No one could hold a candle to you. But by the time I figured out what an idiot I was, you had blocked my number and moved on.”
I pause for a moment, taking in what he just told me. “I wasn’t enough,” I mumble to myself out loud.
“Emma, you can’t be serious! You werealwaysenough. I was just too young and dumb to see that what I had was absolute perfection. I know it was a shitty move and you didn’t deserve what I did to you. There isn’t a day that has gone by that I haven’t thought of you, regretted what I did, and wondered how things would be so different if I wasn’t such a jackass in my twenties. We are both different people now, I want to prove to you that I am a different man, a better man. One that deserves you.”
“I don’t know if I should come this weekend.” The words spill from my lips before I can stop them.
“I would never do that to you again. You know that I’m not the same guy I was back then.” His voice is pleading. “What would it take for you to change your mind? To give us a chance?”
At hearing his words, my eyes become wet, on the verge of tears. “You hurt me, more than any other man I have ever known. How am I supposed to trust that in a year you’re not just going to get bored with me, and disappear off the face of the planet again…or worse, not have the decency to leave me before you move on to greener pastures? We aren’t kids anymore. I don’t know if I could take you breaking me, again.”
“E, listen to me.” His voice is commanding. “Yeah, I don't know the future. What I do know is that you werealwaysthe one. I know you feel it too. You’re scared, but we both know it’s supposed to be you and me in the end. I am so sorry I hurt you. I know I can’t erase the past, but I would giveanythingfor you to forgive me, to give us a chance. I can promise you that I will never do anything to hurt you like that,ever again.” There’s the sound of a car door closing and the familiar beep of someone locking their car outside, but I hear it a second time with a slight delay through the phone. “Open your front door, Emma.”
“Wait, you’re here?!”
“Open the door…please?” His voice full of worry.
I hang up the phone and rush downstairs, my phone still in my hand. Once I get to the front door, I look in the peephole. My heart stops as soon as I see Dylan pacing, running his hands through his hair. I glance down at my inappropriate attire for this conversation.Well, he has seen me naked before. Pants can wait.With a deep breath, I open it for him after disabling the alarm. “Dylan, what are you doing here?”
He looks down, noticing my lack of pants and shakes his head. His eyes return to mine. “I was down the street, about to run into the grocery store. I stayed in my car to take the call, until you started asking about the past. I don’t know, I just felt like we should talk about this in person…with pants on?”
“Well, how was I supposed to know you were going to drop by?” I take his hand in mine. “Come inside. Kids are asleep, we need to keep our voices down.”
Closing the door behind us, he sets my alarm for me, never letting go of my hand. He turns to me, his other hand tucking my hair behind my ear. “Can I show you something?” I don’t know how to respond, so I just nod my head.
I’m being led to the stairs, but I stop him. “Dylan, you’renotstaying the night. My kids are home. In fact, we aren’t going anywhere near my bedroom. I should put pants on, though.”
He chuckles and stops me from heading up stairs. “I know, I won’t stay long, but I’m not letting you sneak away upstairs either. If I’m not allowed up there, then I’ll improvise.” With a smirk, he pulls me by the hand into the kitchen and turns on the light. Once we reach the island he surprises me by lifting me by the waist and setting me on the counter. He stands between my legs, giving me flashbacks of when he was over last time.
His arms wrap behind me, pulling me closer to the edge. I am nearly straddling him.Totally should have put on pants.My heart is pounding and I ache everywhere being this close to him. His familiar musk of leather and embers transports me back to when we were younger.Or it’s just the Target candle I bought because it reminded me of him.He takes my hand, settling it over his heart, holding it in place. “This is yours, E. It always has been, and always will be.”Man, this is a lot to take in. “I’m not perfect, but I need you to know that you areitfor me…and before you freak out, that’s why I wanted to go away this weekend. It’s not to pick up where we left off. You were right, we need to start over.”
I lean my forehead to his, close my eyes, and blow out a long, deep breath. “I’m scared.”
He pulls away to look at me. “I’m not. Not anymore. I’m only scared of losing you again.”
I want to trust him and I am tired of fighting whatever this is between us. This time, I make the first move. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pull him in to kiss me. At first, it’s slow and soft, full of promises. His hand moves up my back, and into my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling back. He trails kisses along my chin until he reaches my ear, nipping the lobe. All rational thinking is lost. Every reason I had to run has left the room without me. His mouth travels down to my neck, and as he continues to kiss me, I feel what I can only describe as a growl from him that sends a wave of arousal all over my body. “Dylan, I missed you,” I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. I miss him touching me like this, being consumed by him.
As he kisses the small space between my neck and shoulder, he pauses. “Emma, you need to tell me to stop…right now.”
Confused, I pull away. “Why?”
“Because I more than just missed you—I need you more than I need to breathe. I don’t want to be a gentleman, and I sure as hell don’t want to take things slow right now. I swear, I can’t think straight when I’m with you. When it’s just you and me, nothing else exists. I know we should put the brakes on…butfuck, I also want to be deep inside you again, hear you scream my name as you come for me.” He softly, slowly caresses my thighs before gripping them. I know he's losing control and it makes my breath hitch in anticipation. “I want to wake up every single morning with your beautiful, naked body draped over me, before I bury my face between your legs, so I can taste you on my lips the rest of the day. I’m a selfish man—I don’t just want you, I wantall of you. I want to claimeverypart of you as mine.” He cups my cheek as he continues, “Do you have any idea what you do to me? It’s only been this way with you. No one ever came close.”
He presses his length to my center, which wrings a moan from both of us. I want him more than I should if I want to protect myself from getting hurt, but I’m fed up with the war between my head and my heart. My forehead collapses against his chest as I grab fists full of his shirt to pull him closer. I let out a groan before I finally find my voice, even if it’s a whisper, “Dylan, my kids are upstairs.”
His grip on me loosens as he lets out a sigh. “I know, E. I know.”
I pull him back to me, wanting him close. “No, I don’t think you do. Do you have any idea what you do tome?I’ve wanted you foryears—I don’t want you to stop. But…my kids are upstairs and youknowI can’t be quiet when it comes to you.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I look up at him with a smirk I can’t hide.
“Oh, I remember.”
Biting my lip, I fight memories from 16 years ago, knowing exactlywhat this man is capable of.I am on my counter…in my underwear…and all I want to do is touch him.I place my hand down between us, stroking his cock slowly through his pants. I want him tonight—even if I can’t haveallof him right now.
Letting out a growl, his grip on me tightens. “Emma, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I want to feel you.”
