Page 70 of Worth the Fall
“I’d choose you,” he said, and I felt my mouth open as Thomas leaned toward me, his hand still chilled from the ice as he touched my leg.
I couldn’t crawl across the couch quick enough as I moved toward him, straddling his body before I took my next breath. Something hard poked through his pants and hit me right at my core. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against it; it felt so damn good. Everything about Thomas made me feel better than I ever had.
“Brooklyn,” he groaned before gripping the back of my neck and pulling me down toward him. “Only a fool would let you go,” he said before kissing me.
His tongue snaked inside my mouth with purpose, and my insides instantly heated to a boil. We were feral, animalistic in our desire for one another. I felt like I might come apart if he didn’t start touching me underneath my clothes. Just thinking about his skin on mine almost made me fall to pieces.
So, when he pulled away gently to break the kiss, I almost started whimpering.
“You have to forgive yourself at some point for your marriage ending, Brooklyn,” he said softly, his lips still achingly close to my own.
“I just haven’t figured out how to yet,” I admitted in a whisper.
His body tensed. “You just need more time,” he suggested, his voice taking on a slightly disappointed tone.
“You’re probably right.”
Thomas lifted me off of his lap and placed me on my feet next to the couch and I knew the night was over.
“I should probably head out.” I thumbed behind me before he could be the one to ask me to leave.
“I’ll walk you,” he offered, and I didn’t argue because I knew it would be no use.
I grabbed my purse and jacket while I mentally tried to figure out exactly what had happened to throw our vibe into a tailspin.
We walked to my car in silence, and Thomas gave me a soft but quick kiss on the mouth.
He shut my driver’s door for me, and I started the engine, unable to shake the feeling that the kiss had somehow felt like a goodbye.
Like I might not get the chance to do it again.
I gave Thomas a wave as I pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but something had.
And definitely not for the better.
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