Page 25 of Legacy
“You kissed me.”
“I know.” I did it again. His breath was minty and cool, but his lips were hot.
“Why?” His arm hooked under my ass, and he walked towards the bed before sitting on the edge with me firmly straddling his lap.
I shrugged, making no move to climb off and sit next to him.
“Kate, why did you kiss me?”
“Why did you kiss me?” I countered. “Before? Why did you kiss me?”
Legacy groaned. Leaning back on his arms, he closed his eyes. “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages. I don’t even know how long. I…I’m…” He stuttered to a stop.
“I think I’m in love with you,” I blurted before I could help myself. My cheeks flamed.
Legacy’s eyes flew open. His lips parted. Reaching out, he cupped my cheek, drawing my face down to his.
“Do you mean that?”
Mutely, I nodded.
God, had I really just said that out loud? Embarrassment flooded me. I should have kept it to myself because how was I ever going to be around him now? Especially when he wasn’t saying anything meaningful back.
I had well and truly humiliated myself.
Grumbling, I tried to push myself away from him. Legacy’s eyebrows came together as he held me fast. “Where are you going?”
“Off of your lap.” I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “You’re naked.”
I hadn’t even thought about his lack of clothes until that moment, and now it was all I could think about.
“I know.” He pushed up his hips. I swallowed hard. “Does that bother you?”
Mutely, I shook my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak. If I did, he would hear the croak in my voice and know I was lying.
“Look at me.”
Biting my lip, I lifted my eyes to his. He was smiling, but his eyes were thoughtful. Soft.
“Kate.” His voice wobbled. “I love you too.” Shaking his head, it was his time to blush. “I probably should have said it back straight away. But, fuck.” His hands closed around my hips and squeezed. “I don’t know how long I’ve felt that way. And that’s wrong.”
Was it wrong? Maybe.
Paul had been the love of my life. And I had been his. He had been all of my firsts. All of them. I would have loved him forever. Grown old with him. Had babies and a future.
But Paul had died. He had died and left me alone. And I had been truly alone. Even with Conner to take care of, I’d been so lonely. And I hadn’t known how to move on.
Every date I’d gone on, every man who had kissed me after Paul’s death, had felt like a betrayal. They had felt alien and wrong.
Legacy didn’t feel that way.
It was scaring me more than I wanted to admit.
“It doesn’t feel wrong.”
Legacy smiled. “No, it doesn’t.” Bringing his mouth to my neck, he kissed me there, right over my pulse point. My heartbeat took off at a gallop.
“Nothing has ever felt so fucking right.” Sliding his hands up my sides. He hesitated.
