Forgotten Promises (Lost Boys #1) by Jessica Lemmon

Author:Jessica Lemmon [Lemmon, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2016-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Regret

Tucker

Shame washes over me like acid. I step into the cabin, which feels more like a cramped tomb. I hold out my hands. I’m not visibly shaking, but on the inside I’m rattling like the old pipes in juvi, where I spent too many sleepless nights.

Kissing Morgan has a side effect that makes my stomach lurch—the erection pressing insistently against my fly. Reacting this way to her makes me feel…dirty. Even covered in clean rain. She was the one who grabbed me, but I’m left with the feeling that it’s me who’s soiled her. My angel. Sweet. Delicate. Tender. To make her as unclean as I am—

I can’t do that to her. I’m the last thing she needs.

But you need her.

God. I do. I ram my hands into my wet hair and slick back the strands.

I thought at first it was the connection to her father, but something has changed. I want to touch her. Feel her body against mine. Feel her wanting me. I’ve never allowed myself to want anyone before, and now that I have, it’s not an easy thing to forget. Correction: Impossible to forget.

Touching her grounds me, relaxes me…makes me want to do things I shouldn’t want at all. It’s not right. I’m broken. Lost.

She deserves better.

The door swings open, its hinges creaking. Her sweet voice cuts into my torrential thoughts. Just barely over the pounding rain, I hear her say my name.

“You liked kissing me.” Her words are both an accusation and a fact. “I liked it, too.”

The door shuts, shutting out the rainfall with it. The sound of her shoes tumbling heavily to the floor is followed by the scuff of her bare feet as she comes to me. My palms sweat and my mouth goes dry as her hands touch my back and slide over my wet shirt.

I’m nervous. So nervous. My mind is a knotted tangle of thoughts and desires.

“Is this wrong?” she asks.

I face her and confess with a nod.

Yes. Very.

“Then why doesn’t it feel wrong?” Her voice is raised, her hands kept to herself. “Why does touching you feel…” Her eyes move over me in sensual confusion, and her head shakes back and forth as if she can’t find the words. “I want to touch your skin,” she admits on a whisper. “Every inch of it.”

Each thud of my tortured heart shakes my bones. She wants to touch every inch of me. It’s a heady, intoxicating thought my mind refuses to release.

She licks her lips and bites down on the bottom one. I am overcome with a need…a want I’ve never allowed myself to experience. I want to give Morgan what she wants. Even if it’s something I’m not sure I should allow.

I peel the wet shirt over my head and drop it in on the ground. I owe her this. I owe her so much more than this. Her eyes skate over my naked chest and I fist my hands and wait.

“Tucker. You’re beautiful.” She reaches for me, palm first, fingers relaxed.

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