Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(73)

“I’ll never not forgive you anything,” I replied. “But you don’t need to apologize for holding me to a higher standard. I want to meet it and exceed it. I want to be the man who deserves you. I mean that.”

She smiled her huge smile at me and it warmed me.

It gave me hope.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

“I forgave you before you explained.” She slid her finger across my lips. “I just need you to do one thing.”

My heart exploded with her words. I wanted to hold her close, eliminate the gap between us. “Name it.” I expected her to ask me to move to London, sell Raine Media, or refuse to see Alicia ever again. I’d do any and all of it.

“Kiss me,” she said.

My breath caught in my throat. That was it? My heart squeezed in my chest and I took a deep breath. “I think I can do that.” I snaked my arms around her waist as she brushed her fingers over my jaw. I’d not touched her in so long; I wanted to get this right. As she parted her lips, my nerves dissolved and desire passed over me like a cloud. My eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back again.

I bent down and took her bottom lip between my teeth, and groaned. It had been too long since I last tasted her. I wanted to tease her, make her desperate, but I couldn’t hold back. I cupped the back of her head, holding her close as I slipped my tongue into her hot mouth.

It could have been minutes or hours later when Beth pushed against my chest. Only then was I aware of the catcalls and shouting of some kids coming down the path.

“I think we’re putting on quite the show,” Beth said.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her red, swollen mouth. My dick throbbed uncomfortably in my trousers.

“Want to show me your new apartment?” she asked, trying to hide her face from the teenagers who were laughing as if they’d caught us naked.

I guess we couldn’t hide what we had.

“I really do.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the street. Perhaps a cab would be better, quicker. I glanced around as I continued to stride down the sidewalk. I looked down at Beth who was doing a half run, half walk beside me. “In a hurry?” she asked with a laugh.

“I really am. I’ve waited so long to have you in my arms; I don’t want to waste a second of our time together. Am I walking too fast?”

She grinned and stuck out her hand. “Only for a girl in heels.” A taxi coming toward us pulled up to the curb.



Beth

Dylan hadn’t let go of me for a second since he’d kissed me. And what a kiss. My head was still dizzy from the warmth of his lips. I’d almost let myself forget how he felt against me—so hard and hot and determined. No wonder I’d fallen so fast for him.

We climbed out of the cab precisely four minutes after we got in, and Dylan’s fingers were closed around mine every second.

The cab drove away, and Dylan pulled me against his chest. “It feels so good to have you back.” He grabbed my shoulders and held me away from him as he searched my eyes for something. “I have you back, right?”

I smiled. “Yeah, you have me back. I don’t think you ever lost me really.”

He led me up the stoop to an old oak door. “It didn’t feel that way. I hated being apart from you.”

I squeezed his hand. I’d hated being apart from him, too. I shouldn’t have left it so long. But I couldn’t have regrets. I had to believe that whichever path brought us here was the right one; we were stronger now. The time apart had been a transition from a fragile relationship built on sex to something we knew could weather a storm. That couldn’t be a bad thing.

“Maybe I should have kept the room at the hotel. I could have ordered cake.”

“I don’t need cake.”

“Isn’t that blasphemy for you?”

I laughed. “I think it’s okay as long as I’m giving it up in favor of an orgasm.”

“My sweet, I promise you that.”

We turned left out of the elevator and down a dark hallway. “I think it’s this one.”

“It better be this one. I’m getting impatient.”

He shot me a lascivious look and raised an eyebrow. I tilted my head toward the door as if to say Get on with it, and he dipped his head and ran his tongue across the seam of my lips. It was a prelude to sex in a way our kiss on the street hadn’t been. That had been about a need to be close, reunited. This kiss was all about wanting each other naked.

He smiled and turned his attention back to the lock as I started to undo the buttons on my coat. My skin burned where I needed him to touch me.

He held the door open and I stepped inside, shrugging my coat off as I walked. The hallway was long and dark. The door slammed behind us and the room went black as the corridor light cut off. The atmosphere shifted and I could almost taste the lust flickering between us. I turned and felt the heat rolling off Dylan’s body. I pushed my hands up under his coat and suit jacket, slipping them over his shoulders. He shrugged them off as I trailed my palms back down over the contours of his chest. He hissed as I went lower, finding him hard and wanting.

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered.

He pushed his palms against my breasts. “I’ve missed these.”

I laughed. “I’ve been keeping them safe for you.”