Compass (Second Chances 1)

“Do you regret kissing me?” I ask even though I know she’s likely going to lie and say she does.

I wouldn’t be sitting on her sofa, drinking coffee if that were true.

She takes a deep breath. “What do you think?”

She’s opening a door that I’ve been waiting for. I lean closer, inching my hand across my thigh until it brushes against her leg. “I think you liked the kiss more than you want to admit.”

Her gaze drops to my hand. “Why would you think that?”

I thicken under the fabric of my jeans. Being this close to her is bordering on unbearable. The kiss only stoked the longing that’s been inside of me since I walked out of her life five years ago.

I squeeze her thigh. “You kissed me like you wanted me.”

She turns to look at me, her hazel eyes filled with the same need I feel. “I used to want you.”

My hand inches higher. “You want me now.”

“I don’t think I do,” she says under her breath. “I think the martinis are clouding my judgment. I’m confused.”

I run a fingertip against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “You’re not confused.”

She leans closer, her sweet breath skirting over my cheek. “You think you still know me.”

“I know your body,” I bite out between clenched teeth.

I’m so fucking hard. I want more. Jesus, I want to open her dress, pull down her panties and taste her sweet pussy.

I have craved that taste every day for the last five years.

“I’m not the same woman I was back then.” Her gaze drops to my hand again, but she makes no move to stop me. “You don’t know my body the way you used to.”

My fingers slide up until I can feel the lace of her panties brush against them. “Is that a challenge?”

The softest moan escapes her, just as her eyelids flutter shut.

I move in, gliding my lips along her jawline. “I’m going to kiss you again, Katie.”

With a nod, her lips part, her legs fall open, and my mouth is on hers.

Chapter 31

Kate

I get lost in the kiss.

I’m buried so deeply beneath my desire for Gage that I ignore the incessant knocking I hear.

His fingers crawl higher, lingering against the front of my panties.

I want him to touch me.

I desperately want him to feel how wet I am.

He groans when the knocking starts up again, but this time it’s even louder than before.

It’s coming from my apartment door.

Someone is on the other side.