Resisting Her

‘You feel too damn good. How is this even possible?’ ‘Because it’s us,’ she said simply

Marissa frowned and shook her head. ‘That’s what I was afraid of.’ She patted his chest. ‘You, my brother, are an idiot.’

Her cheeks were flushed pink and he couldn’t resist watching her enjoyment. She’d stopped moving against him and allowed him to hold her hips while he thrust up into her. Sex was a physical act, so why should he feel more? But he couldn’t deny that he’d never felt closer to anyone. Savannah broke through all his barriers. She was needy, yet giving, sensual yet innocent, trusting and timid. She’d put both their pleasure, the whole experience, in his hands and the gravity of the moment was not lost on him.

When Savannah ventured a step closer to him and her eyes raked over his body, all self-control was lost. ‘I’m done, Savannah. I’m done resisting you. I’m done pretending I don’t want this.’

He was her safety, her comfort.

He was forgetful, he wasn’t romantic, and he worked too much. He didn’t know many girls that would take him the way he was, but he didn’t want to be someone’s project. He wasn’t changing. Hell, he even pissed Marissa off and she was family — she had to love him.

Cole crossed the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, stepping around her and noticing how unaccustomed he was to having someone in his space, though it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

‘No wife? No girlfriend?’

‘It’s just me.’

‘How come?’

He thought about how to respond, not about why — he didn’t want the responsibility, the heartache that came with loss of a loved one ever again. But he took his time, considering which answer to give her. ‘It’s the way I like it.’

Cole patted her back, hating that his attempts at soothing her were clumsy and awkward. He’d never been good at this kind of thing: emotions, touchy-feely crap.