Maybe Never (Maybe #2) (12 page)

“I lied because you are innocent, and all my testimony would have done is send an innocent person to jail for something they weren’t involved in. I told the FBI that earlier. I told them not to arrest you. They did anyway. I wasn’t going to let an innocent person go to jail.”
 

I still can’t look at him. I’m too afraid I’ll cry because, as nice as his words sound, they aren’t what I need to hear. “Thank you. Thank you for lying for me.”
 

I hear him unbuckle his seat belt, and I do the same. I’ll have to call a driver to come pick me up and take me back to my house.
 

I feel his hand on my cheek as he gently turns my face to him until he can see my eyes and the tears that are all but pouring down my face.
 

“You were right, too. Even if I thought you were guilty, I would have still lied on that stand today because I do love you.”
 

His words are all it takes for the tears to pour out of my eyes, but now, they are happy tears instead of the painful ones that were forming. His thumb wipes the tears from my face, and I hold his hand to my cheek for just a second longer, loving the comforting feeling it brings me.
 

“I love you even though I shouldn’t,” he says.
 

I smile at him, and then I grab the nape of his neck and pull him to me so that our foreheads are touching as our eyes close. I need a moment of calm intimacy before the storm hits. With our foreheads pressed together, I can breathe in the same breath that he does, and it’s just what we both need. Our breathing syncs together and calms our bodies, finally relaxing, despite everything that is going on. We open our eyes at the same time, and the eyes looking back at me aren’t filled with fear. They are filled with hope and love, matching how I feel. It’s just one moment that connects us and promises a future that, seconds earlier, didn’t exist.
 

We break at the same time, needing to further the connection to something more. Our lips collide in a heated kiss.
 

It is better than any I’ve had before because this kiss is the first kiss where I’ve kissed someone I love and someone who truly loves me back. This kiss is with a man who sacrificed his job for me. It’s a make-up kiss, an I-love-you kiss, and a promises-of-a-future kiss, all rolled into one.
 

This kiss is what all kisses should be. Perfect.
 

Kinsley’s lips touch mine, and I lose it. I lose all my control that I’ve been working so hard to keep in check these last few days because we can’t do this, except we are and it’s everything I remembered it to be.
 

I tangle my hand in her long hair that I never thought I’d touch again as her tongue battles mine, begging me for more than I can give her while in the front seat of the car, but I don’t want to break my lips away from hers to move inside my apartment. Not now that I’m kissing her again.
 

I’m too afraid that, if I stop, one of us will come to our senses. I will remember I’m risking my entire life to be with her. Everything I’ve worked hard for during the past ten years will be over if I choose her. And I’m afraid, if she stops to think for a second, she will realize that, deep down, she still hates me because, although I didn’t testify against her, I will testify against her grandfather.
 

So, instead of letting her go, I pull her across the center console of the car and onto my lap. She squeals against my lips, but I don’t let her go. I can’t.
 

“God, I can’t believe I’m kissing you,” I say between kisses against her lips.
 

She tries to speak, but I prevent her with my lips until she is pulling away from me so that she can speak.
 

I relent and lift her hair off her neck so that I can kiss her exposed neck as she speaks. I feel her voice vibrate against my lips as I kiss her neck.
 

“I can’t believe I fell for the one man I swore I wouldn’t fall for.” Her words turn into more of a purr as I send chills all over her body with just my lips against her neck.
 

I grin, seeing how much I affect her. I’ve always been good at turning women on, but it’s different with Kinsley. When I kiss her, it doesn’t just turn her on. She comes alive at my kisses, and it brings me to life in a way that I haven’t felt in years. It brings me to life in a way that I didn’t think was possible after what I’d dealt with in my past.
 

I move my kisses from her neck to her earlobe. I gently nip at it and watch as she squirms in my lap, which only makes me grin wider. I love seeing her like this, relaxed and carefree, but I love seeing her naked and spread out on a bed for me more.
 

I grab the handle of the door and push it open before I climb out of the car with Kinsley still in my arms. She laughs as we climb out and wraps her arms around my neck, trusting me completely. She leans back down to kiss me as I shut the door with my foot.
 

I stop her and rub my hand down her cheek. “You still trust me, don’t you? Despite everything I’ve done to you? Every lie that has fallen from my lips? Do you still trust me?”
 

I look into her gorgeous, innocent eyes. “Yes”—she smiles—“I still trust you. I must be a fool, but I do.”
 

I smile, more in awe of her than before as I begin walking with her in my arms. “Not a fool. Just strong.”
 

She bashfully shakes her head as her cheeks blush a light shade of pink. “I’m not strong.”
 

“It takes a strong person to forgive and trust someone after they lied to you.”
 

“Or a foolish one.”
 

“Or someone who has a beautiful soul and is able to see the best in people, even when they can’t see it themselves.”
 

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes. Maybe that’s why it makes it easier for me to forgive.”
 

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes, too, but I still can’t get past the forgiving myself part.”
 

She nods, and then I’m done talking as the sun glistens off her still moist lips. I softly kiss her. I’m trying not to push things too far until we make it into my apartment, but it’s no use. We can’t do slow, not after it’s been this long since we have been with each other.
 

So, instead, I force my legs to move faster so that we can get to the apartment sooner, but it’s not soon enough for her. Her hands reach inside my jacket, trying to push it off my body. Her hand goes to my tie, loosening it, and then she pulls it off my head and drops it onto the sandy, dry ground I am walking on.

Since she can’t get my jacket off, her jacket goes next, falling to the ground, making a small dust cloud as it lands. I get her to the door of my apartment before we lose any more clothing. I couldn’t stand it if anyone got to see her body but me. I couldn’t fucking stand it.
 

I unlock the door and push inside the apartment that suddenly feels brighter and more like home from just having her in here. I walk past the kitchen and turn right before remembering my bedroom is the other way, so I turn back around.
 

She laughs at my inability to make my way around in my own apartment.
 

“I just moved in,” I say, trying to explain my actions.
 

She moves her lips to my ear. “Or maybe I just affect you so much that you can’t think.” She moves her tongue around the edge of my ear.
 

Yep, I can’t think straight when she does that. She stops and looks at me, aware that all my thoughts, other than her, have just left my brain. She smiles, satisfied with her work.
 

I push the door open to my bedroom that has nothing other than a king-size bed in it. It’s about all that would fit in the bedroom, and I fall onto it with her in my arms. When we hit the mattress, I feel all of my worries fall away.
 

Kinsley doesn’t waste any time as she grabs at my jacket again, wanting it off, and I’m happy to oblige. I hate wearing suits in the Las Vegas heat, and no matter how many times I wear them, I will never get used to how warm they are to wear here. I toss my jacket onto the floor, followed by my shirt.
 

Her eyes travel over my abs and chest, appreciating the hard work I’ve put in at the gym. She runs her hand over my body and then pulls at my pants. I stand and pull them off along with my underwear. I pull a condom out of my pants pocket before I toss them to the floor. I toss the condom on the bed for later. Her eyes darken in appreciation of my hard cock that is straining to be inside her. I can’t wait to have her, but somehow, I’m undressed, and she’s almost fully clothed.
 

She begins unbuttoning her blouse, and it gives me an idea. I grab her hand and help her stand while she curiously looks at me. I take a seat on the edge of the bed where she just was, so I’m now sitting, and she’s standing.
 

“Undress for me.”
 

Her eyes widen a little as she looks at me, and then she bashfully wraps her arms around me. She shakes her head. “No. I’m not wearing anything sexy. My bra and underwear are just boring and simple. It’s not pretty lingerie. I just want you.”
 

“All the more reason to strip slowly for me so that I can enjoy your body, not your lingerie.”
 

I don’t know why I’m so persistent with this. Perhaps it’s because I think she needs to feel confident when she sleeps with me again. It needs to feel like her decision, not mine, and I want her to realize that she is strong and beautiful, no matter what is going on around her.
 

She takes a deep breath and then starts undoing the buttons on her shirt again.
 

“Look at me,” I say when her eyes focus on her shirt and not on me. I can never get enough of her blue eyes that twinkle when I look into them. They are almost as amazing as her lips that are somehow always a bright shade of red.
 

She continues unbuttoning her shirt. When she reaches the last button, she slowly shrugs the shirt off, inch by inch, exposing more and more skin, until all that is left is her plain nude bra that somehow makes her flawless skin that much more impressive.
 

Kinsley lets her hands travel over her body, touching every curve, until her hand reaches her pants, and I can’t believe she doesn’t do this with men every night because she definitely knows how to seduce a man.
 

My cock throbs between my legs to the point that I’m not sure why I asked her to strip because I’m not sure I can wait. I move just an inch toward her, but she puts one finger up and shakes it back and forth.
 

“Nope. Not yet,” she says.
 

I bite down on my fist to keep from growling in frustration like I want to.
 

Instead of giggling at me, like I expect her to, she turns up the seduction. She runs her tongue across her lip as she slowly, torturously unbuttons her pants. And then she slowly shimmies them down her body until all that is left is her nude thong and bra.
 

She slowly reaches around her back and undoes the bra letting it fall to the floor. My cock twitches for her, needing her now and unable to wait.
 

“I can’t wait.” I jump off the bed and grab her, bringing her to bed with me.
 

“So impatient.” She runs her hand down the rough stubble on my cheek.
 

“I’m plenty patient. I waited three years after I saw you to have you the first time, and after waiting that long, I don’t want to wait ever again.”
 

She smiles, but her lips fall into a moan as I brush my thumb over her hardened nipple. True to my word about not being able to wait, I take her other nipple into my mouth, and I am rewarded by an even louder moan. I use my tongue to drive her wild as it flicks and swirls and massages her nipple. Her hands claw at my head, firmly holding it to her breast and then trying to push me away when the sensations are too much. I suck again, and then she’s pushing me onto my back before falling on top of me.
 

I smile and release her breast, loving the view of her on top of me. She sits up, and my view of her body increases.
 

I can’t stop looking at her. “You’re beautiful.”
 

She tucks her strands of hair behind her ear in her adorable way, but her eyes stay intense and lust-filled as she stares down at me. I reach between her legs, pulling her thong aside so that I can feel her drenched pussy.
 

“So wet, princess.”
 

“Yes,” she moans. “I can’t wait either.”
 

Hearing her say that pushes me to my brink of control. I grab her thong and rip it in two. I quickly slip the condom on that I had tossed on the bed, and then Kinsley is climbing on top of my cock.
 

“Fuck, princess,” I say as she sinks her tight pussy on top of me.
 

I grab her hips, but she slaps my hand away. Then, she grabs ahold of my hands and slowly and deliberately slides up and down my cock.
 

“God, you’re so sexy when you take control.”
 

She bites her lip as she sinks back down on top of me. I lock my eyes with her beautiful sea-blue eyes, and then I meet the rhythm she has formed. I watch as she pants harder with each thrust and movement against her clit. I watch as her eyes grow darker and more intense, as they always do before she comes, until my own eyes intensify right along with hers. We both close our eyes at the intense sensations, but that’s not what I want. I want us to come together and to feel as close as we can. I open my eyes.
 

“Look at me, princess,” I say.

Her eyes open, and we connect our souls, perfectly aligned and matched as we come together.