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“Hey,” I say, gently tugging her shoulders square with me. “You are a great mother. She is an amazingly smart and intuitive little girl. She didn’t get that way on her own. No ten-year-old has had a fraction of the experience she’s gotten.”
Briggs lip trembles slightly, and I let my fingertips trail down her bare arms. She shivers again but this time I know it’s not because of the breeze, or clear cloudless sky.
“Thanks,” she sniffs and puts a hand on my chest, her fingers hooking slightly to dig into my shirt.
And there’s the voice. The voice meant just for me, like Millie said. How have I never noticed that before?
“I should go inside.”
Instead of letting her hand fall she drags her fingers down my torso, balling my shirt in her fist. I stare at the soft pout of her lips and she slowly pulls on my shirt until I have to take a step toward her. My body comes alive at the proximity, driven by this new sense of truth. She wants me like I want her, but she’s not letting herself have me.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” I say and the gravity of her draws me closer.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, but she licks her bottom lip and I want that lip between my teeth. “Like Pris said, we can’t make this about us.”
“You’re right. We really shouldn’t,” I reply reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. I stroke her cheek and press a thumb to her chin. “But it doesn’t stop me wanting it.”
She leans into my touch, a low hum in her throat that stirs up old memories in a new light. Those eyes. The look she had only for me. Trusting eyes. I always felt powerful under her gaze. Perfect.
She’s right though. We shouldn’t. Want or not. The idea of us has long since passed. Our strongest tie isn’t our love for each other anymore. It’s love for Millie.
Her whispered words about never thinking we’d be together again dampen my lust for her. I can’t get caught up in Millie’s girlish fantasies of a perfect little family. Perfect doesn’t exist. Not for people like me anyway.
I sigh and cup Briggs cheek, leaning forward and kissing her forehead gently. “Goodnight.”
My attempt to step back fails because she won’t let me go. Her fingers still clutch my shirt, her knuckles white with pressure. I have no idea how long we stand there locked in each other, chests heaving, minds spinning.
“Oh, fuck it all to hell,” she hisses, yanking my shirt so hard I stumble into her body. I need no direction to find purchase and her soft lips are on mine, already parted and ready.
It’s a desperate and messy kiss at first, rusty as we find our groove, but my body hasn’t forgotten her. My palms fit on her hips, fingers sneaking up the hem of her shirt to bring her flush with me. She nips at my lip, wrapping her arms around my neck and I guide her up onto the steps of her RV. Me on the ground and her on the first step puts us at a more equal height, her body more in line with mine.
She threads her fingers in my hair and gasps for air as my kisses trail her jaw, down her neck to that spot on her collarbone she loves. She moans, her body getting heavier as she melts into me and needs me to prop her up. The sound makes my dick so hard it hurts pushing against my jeans. I inch my hand further under her shirt until my fingers cup over the soft mound of her breast and when I realize she isn’t wearing a bra that’s it. All my restraint is gone.
“Inside,” I say sharply, and she doesn’t hesitate. She jogs the next two steps and I take them in one long stride, yanking the door closed behind me.
I barely turn to her when she crashes into me and I lift her by the ass, her legs around me, her lips on me, her sounds echoing through me. She frantically yanks at my shirt and I set her on the small counter so she can let go of my shoulders to remove the material from my body.
The sight of her taking me in could sustain me for life, her fingertips lightly graze my shoulders, down my bare chest and trace my stomach. She makes her way back up to my shoulders, my neck, and touches the scruff on my face. She strokes my lip with her thumb while locking her gaze on mine.
“I’ve never wanted anything like I want you,” she whispers and pulls us together again.
