Page 26 of Tricked by my Ex
“I just meant, what does this mean? For us?”
“I told you I loved you,” I reminded her before leaning down to give her what I intended to be a quick kiss, but once I started, it was hard to stop.
Our tongues touched, and I felt my dick grow hard in that instant. This woman pushed all my buttons.
When I finally mustered the strength to break apart from her, I said, “I still love you, Eve. I’ve never stopped. I’ll never be able to stop. Hell, I don’t want to ever stop.”
I kept professing my love to her before I noticed a few tears start to fall from her eyes. Pressing my finger to her cheek, I wiped them away softly.
“Stop making me cry. It’s annoying.”
I never wanted to make her cry, but I knew that these were tears of joy. Or at least, I thought they were.
“You’re happy though, right? These are happy tears?” I asked, suddenly nervous because she hadn’t told me that she loved me back yet. Not really.
Rolling off of her, I slid to the side instead, making sure not to pull her long blonde hair in the process.
“They’re emotional tears,” she said, and that still didn’t really answer my question. At least not to my satisfaction.
“Eve”—my voice came out strained—“am I the only one who wants this?”
She pushed up onto her elbows and faced me. “Wants what exactly? I need you to spell it out for me.”
I thought I’d already done that last night. Apparently, I hadn’t done a good enough job. I’d repeat myself a thousand times if that was what she needed. Then, it hit me. She thought that us having sex had changed my mind somehow. That this was some kind of game or I was only in it for the thrill of the chase. A part of her believed that I wanted one thing, and now that I’d gotten it, I’d either be on my merry way or want to be friends with benefits.
Fat chance of either of those things happening.
“I didn’t go to the party last night to see you one last time. I didn’t come here to give you closure or to get closure. And I definitely didn’t come over this morning to get you into bed for one last fuck.”
I chose that particular word to strike a chord, to make a harsh point. And when she flinched as I said it, I knew I’d landed the point home.
“I’ve never been able to move on past you, Eve. I’ve never wanted to. Thank God you aren’t in a serious relationship because I don’t know what I would have done if that were the case.” My jealousy flared, burning me from the inside out. “I would have waited for you to break up, but it would have killed me. I don’t deserve another chance with you. I know that. You have every right to tell me to kick rocks and get out of your life. I know how badly I hurt you and that I handled things all wrong. But I am begging you for another chance. I’m not a stupid kid anymore. I promise I’ll do it right this time. I want forever with you. Please tell me you want the same.”
Eve sucked in a slow, long breath as she turned her head to stare at the ceiling instead of at me. If she was planning on letting me down easy, I wasn’t sure how I’d handle it. I’d be fucking devastated, but it would be the consequences of my past actions. People didn’t always deserve a second chance, and I couldn’t make her want to give me one.
I watched the rise and fall of her chest, counting the breaths she took before she finally turned to look at me.
“Okay,” was all she said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Okay? You want the same thing?” I clarified, hoping we were on the same page.
“I want to give us another shot.” She nodded.
My palms started sweating. I never got anxious like this, not even during filming. “So, we’re together?” I asked, wagging my finger between our two bodies. “We’re exclusive? You’re mine, and I’m yours? That’s what you’re saying, right?”
She was grinning like a little devil, clearly enjoying my nervous ramblings. “As much as I hated it at times, I’ve always been yours.”
“Me too, babe. Me too.” I wanted her to know she wasn’t alone in that. “I need to be inside you again.”
I reached for her body, craving the connection. I planned on making sure she ached for me the entire time I was away in London, filming. Without giving her a chance to respond, I was back on top of her, hovering, lingering, waiting for her okay.
“I’m on birth control, by the way,” she mumbled, and I almost threw my fist in the air.
“Thank God. I’m clean too,” I informed her.
I would never do anything that put her body in danger. And even though I hadn’t been a saint in the years we’d been apart, I’d been careful. I never went without a condom. Ever. The last thing I’d wanted was any kind of scandal in the press or an unplanned pregnancy.
“Tyson…” Eve’s voice was as soft as her skin.