Page 58 of Love… It's Messy
I grip his shirt and dip my tongue into his mouth further. My fist pulls his weight into me until I’m slammed into the rear car door. My hand travels down his chest yet goes no further as he grips it and holds it against the cool metal of his truck, holding me in place. His groin presses into mine, and the heavy erection his pants can’t contain causes me to whimper as it rubs dangerously close to my core.
Passion exudes from his body, more potent and powerful than those Aruban nights that were the most romantic of my life. I lied when I said I didn’t remember his kiss. A woman could never forget the way she felt when an explosion was set off inside of her.
“Fuck,” Luke groans as his lips pull away from mine lightning quick.
The warm lips that were on my mouth a second ago are now pressed on my forehead. My own lips rest on his neck, the stubble coarse against my lips as I breathe in his manly scent.
“I’m sorry.” He speaks into my skin. “I shouldn’t have done that. I blurred the lines.”
I close my eyes and nod. My heart is pounding against his which is racing like wildfire. “You’re right. That was wrong.”
His hands lower from my body, and I release him as well. He pushes himself off me forcefully, running a hand through his hair and clenching his jaw. He doesn’t just look like he regrets kissing me. He appears disgusted with himself.
“I’ll never do that again.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest to protect my erratic and discarded heart. “You’d better not.”
I swallow as I watch him run his fingers down the front of his face. The look of anguish is not what a woman wants from a man she just kissed. A woman whose lips are still vibrating with the masculine hum of the man who devoured them.
“I can’t be with you. It’s wrong on so many levels. I’m also a selfish fuck, and I don’t want him to be with you either.”
“You have no right—”
“You deserve to be happy,” he says with conviction. “I know I have no right to tell you who to date and when, as long as they’re good to you and Ainsley. That said, I agree with what you said earlier. Ainsley shouldn’t be introduced to any third party in our lives.”
“I agree. You don’t have the right to say anything about my dating life.”
“Jillian, I’m already making mistakes when it comes to you. I’m just learning how to reconnect with you, and it’s difficult. I can’t make mistakes when it comes to my daughter. I don’t want to compete with another man for her attention. Hell, she doesn’t even know I’m her dad yet. That’s a lot of change for all of us. I think it’s best that you keep Eric as just a friend as far as Ainsley’s concerned.”
I bite down on my lip. Luke’s right. He’s been a father for a short time, and already, he has his priorities in check. I wish he did when it came to me too.
“You’re right.”
“You mean that?” His eyes blink up at me.
“I do. This is a big transition for all of us.”
“Does that mean we can tell Ainsley I’m her dad?”
“We need a little bit more time.”
His posture falls with defeat. “What are you so afraid of?”
I brush my fingers against my lips. “That you’ll break her heart.”
“I have the same fear,” he states, leaning forward and giving me a gentle kiss on my jaw, just beneath my ear. “Good night, Jillian.”
“Bye, Luke.”
Joe lets out a mewl,so I add, “Good night, Joe.”
He purrs in response just before Luke closes the front door and walks to his side of the truck. I watch the man and cat, who are now permanent fixtures in my life, drive away.
Now if only there were a way to forget about that kiss.
fifteen
“COME ON, GIRLS. Iwant to see you kick the shit out of those bags!”