What Happens Tomorrow (18 page)

My breathing is heavy as I listen to his words. I’ve never been this hot and turned on in my life. I feel like I’m about to climax right here from his words alone.

“Standing back up, I’ll gently unhook your bra, exposing those gorgeous, rosy peaks that are begging to be sucked before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around me. I’m so painfully hard for you, Brooke. I press against your slick entrance, your body telling me you’re ready for me. I can’t wait any longer, so I push slowly, deeply…so hot…so tight. I know I won’t last long because you feel so damn amazing. I pull back and push in harder this time, your back bumping against the wall as I grip your ass tightly, pushing into you harder again. You beg me to move faster and harder, and I can’t stop myself from giving into your request. I feel your body start to tighten around me before you dig your nails into my back, screaming my name at the exact moment I feel my body’s own release begin. I pull you tight against me, never feeling as close to a woman as I do to you and never wanting to feel this close to another woman. Only you, Brooke.”

He pauses to take a breath and I can’t help myself from looking at the front of his pants. I need to know he’s just as hot and bothered as I am because he seems so calm and controlled as he melts my panties right off.

Definitely as turned on as I am.

“I promise. There is nothing more I want than to make love to you to all night long. But I’ll be damned if we’re going to rush it. Do you understand?”

Rush it? We’ve been together for two months. I wouldn’t exactly call that rushing it. But I do understand what he means. Unfortunately, I can’t hide the disappointment from my face, especially after listening to him describe the hottest sexual encounter of my entire life.

“I’ll be down in a few and we’ll talk some more.”

I go home, close the door behind me, and lean my back against it. How can we
sleep
beside each other after that?

My little man is at my feet, bouncing to get into my arms.
At least someone wants me.

AFTER TY FINISHES dropping his things off and taking Charlie out one last time, he asks me to come sit with him on the couch. With wide eyes, he sits forward and lets out a slow huff.

“Listen, about earlier, I want you to understand something. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and an even longer time since you have.” He cups my cheek in his warm hand.

I wonder how long it has been since he’s been with anyone? He knows my history, but I don’t really know his.

“I want everything to be perfect when I make love to you for the first time because when I do you’ll be mine ... forever. I don’t sleep around, Brooke. Sex means something to me.”

His declaration hits me hard in the heart and I’m rendered speechless.

“I want you more than the air that I breathe. Do you understand that now, after my explanation in the courtyard? I want you to feel the same about me as I feel about you. I’m not trying to replace them, but I want you to be able to live in the present and be with me. Not live in the past with them.” He looks away.

He doesn’t think that I’m ready to move on.

Oh … I feel physically sick at the thought of Tyler hurting. Does he really think that I would be thinking about Matt while he makes love to me? I need to make him understand that I will always love Matt, but I let him go a long time ago.

“Tyler, look at me...please.” He rubs his forehead as he turns to face me, the stress lines clearly visible across his forehead. “I’ll always have a place for Matt in my heart, but I let him go a long time ago. The only part of my past that will never leave me is Katelin. And for all my heart will never recover from the loss of my sweet girl, you’ve helped ease the hurt.”

I lie my head against his chest, slipping my hand under his T-shirt and running my fingertips up and down the warm flesh of his chest. I hope that this closeness will relax him the way it does me.

“I need you,” I whisper. “I need to feel how much you love me, and I need to show you how much I love you.”

He gently grabs me by the shoulder and lifts me away from his chest, turning me to face him. “I know you do. God, I love you so much. I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you, but I want it to be special. Our first time should be special.”

I nod in agreement. I want that too.

“I have an idea. How about a romantic getaway? My mom said we should use the time share in Oregon, right? What do you say about a trip to Canon Beach?” I love that he wants to take me away on a romantic trip, and I can’t hide my smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He leans over to kiss my lips. “I’ll call my parents in the morning and see when we can use it, but for tonight…tonight I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. Would that be all right for now?”

His words melt my heart.

“I’m pretty sure that would be more than all right.” I climb onto his lap, running my fingers through his sandy locks and touching my lips to his. I pull away and look into his hypnotic eyes. “How did I get so lucky a second time in my life? Sometimes I feel guilty. There are people who never experience love once in their lifetime, but for some reason, I get to experience it twice.”

His lips curl into a smile. “That’s because this is my once in a lifetime love, and you just happen to be the lucky lady I’ve fallen in love with.” He sits up, taking my head in his hands and kissing me passionately.

I swear I almost forget my own name.

If he wants to keep things “PG” between us, he’d better rethink the way he’s kissing me right now. Consumed by the feel of his lips as his tongue seductively strokes against mine, I don’t realize what’s happening until he has me cradled in his arms and is carrying me towards my bedroom. Very gently he lays me on the bed and I feel the mattress shift when he lies beside me.

Carefully, he lifts the hem of my tank top up to expose my bare midriff. Ever so gently, he runs his fingertips along my stomach, sending a trail of goosebumps covering my entire body. He bends down lower, placing gentle kisses along my stomach as I lovingly run my fingers through his hair.

Love.

Without warning, he pulls back and sits up on his haunches, looking deeply into my eyes. “One day I promise, our son or daughter will live and grow here.” His words absolutely stun me. They’re the last words I ever expected to hear from his lips. He shakes his head as if conflicted by his statement. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t ever want to replace Katelin. Even though I never got the chance to meet her, I love her because she was a part of you. But I want a future…a life with you. I want a family with you. I want to watch our baby grow here.” He places his hand on my stomach, gently caressing it. “Because of the love we have for each other.”

Shivers run up and down my spine as my heart melts, and a solitary tear releases, rolling down my cheek. My heart is so full. I can’t find the words to tell him how I feel, so I decide to show him. I reach my arms around his neck, pulling him to me as I crush my lips against his. I seductively run my tongue along his bottom lip, then feel the warmth of his tongue gently caress mine. I put every ounce of love I feel for him into this kiss, hoping he understands I feel the same as he does.

He pulls away, his eyes dark and hooded. “Baby, if we don’t stop this I won’t be able to control myself. I’m still worked up from my little story earlier. I want you, Brooke. Never doubt that. But I promised myself that our first time would be special, and I don’t intend to break that promise.” He playfully taps his finger against the tip of my nose.

I know he’s right, only I wish he wasn’t.

We curl up under the covers, my head resting on his chest. “Close your eyes, beautiful girl. Tomorrow is a new day.”

WE HAVE A nice dinner at our usual Japanese joint. The sake was flowing like water, but we didn't overdo it…just enough to leave us both feeling nice and relaxed.

We decide not to waste the night, taking Charlie out for a little fresh air after we get home. Our nightly walk together is something I’ve really started to look forward to.

But something about Brooke seems off tonight.

Distant.

I hate not knowing what is going on inside her beautiful mind.

The difference in her personality since telling me about her past is like night and day. She’s much more open and relaxed around me. She’s too emotional of a person to keep everything bottled up. She needs to talk out her stress.

The last words I expect to hear out of those gorgeous plump rosy lips—that I think about kissing, nibbling and sucking on all day—is that she is ready to make love.

FUCK!

It took every ounce of my self control not to push her up against the nearest doorway of one of the closed up shops we walked past.

I’ve wanted to see her naked since the moment I first laid eyes on her. Many a night I’ve spent dreaming about how beautiful she would look like standing before me completely bare for my perusal.

Would her tender peaks pucker as I eyed them?

Caressed them?

Kissed them?

Would she be perfectly manicured, or would she be completely smooth to the touch? The thought makes my pants grow tighter. I’ve wanted to touch her, run my fingertips…my lips…my tongue over every raw inch of her perfect little body.

But I’m not an asshole.

I understand what my beautiful girl has been though; that the last four years have been hell for her. Even though her body might be telling her she’s ready, I’m not convinced her heart and soul are, and I won’t be the guy to take advantage of her only to lose her because she wasn’t ready.

I love and respect her too much.

I’ll be strong enough for both of us whether she likes it or not. We’ll wait until the time is right, so for now getting myself off in the shower to the visual fantasy playing in my mind will have to do.

We’ll be better for it.

Stronger for it.

Together.

The only immediate problem I have right now…

Brooke.

Have you ever tried to convince an extremely sexually aroused woman that you love her, and you want her but you need to wait? I’m trying to do the right thing by her, but I can tell by disappointed look on her face that she’s hurt. I need for her to know I want her as desperately as she wants me.

Walking into the courtyard, I tell her I need to run and grab a few things from my place, but I position my body behind her and pull her tightly against me as I grasp her hips possessively. Then, and only then, do I whisper all of the erotic things I plan on doing to her body when the time is right.

I don’t know how Brooke’s feeling, but I might have the most painful hard-on of my adult life.