Chapter 47 Paige
“How is it going? Do you like it here? Your new place? The hospital?” I wanted to know everything at once, and I was rambling like a lunatic.
Cannon chuckled and reached across the car’s console to place his palm on my knee. He gave it a light squeeze. “Yeah, I like it a lot. I live in an apartment complex near the hospital where several residents live. The hospital was only built a few years ago, so it’s new and really nice. And the cardiology team has all been very welcoming.”
He made it sound like everything was peachy keen. I’d been barely holding it together, almost unable to get out of bed some mornings, and he was clearly thriving in his new city.
“That’s good to hear,” I managed.
Maybe he didn’t want the same things as me. Maybe this weekend trip was just supposed to be zero-expectations fun. I couldn’t allow myself to get my hopes up. Placing my steely wall up, I asked him about the landscape as we drove, and Cannon was all too happy to tell me about his new home, pointing out landmarks as we went.
I nodded as he spoke, sure that if I opened my mouth, I might say something I’d regret. I wanted to tell him that I missed him, that I was so glad I was here, but instead I stayed quiet.
When we arrived at his new place, he gave me the grand tour. It was a large one-bedroom apartment with walls of windows overlooking twinkling city lights. Inside, it was furnished with classy yet simple furniture-a tan leather sectional, long oak dining table flanked by two benches, and a bedroom with a four-poster bed and two round side tables. It was nice.
After the tour, we stopped in the kitchen where Cannon poured us each a glass of wine. I couldn’t help but notice the bottle-it was the same brand I always bought at home.
“That last night we were together . . .” he started, then stopped to clear his throat. He didn’t have to clarify which night he was referring to. The night he came to me drunk in the middle of the night and told me he loved me.
My chest tightened at the memory. Taking a sip of my wine, I nodded again.
Cannon took my wineglass and set it on the counter with his. “I don’t know what this is that’s happening between us; I only know that I like it. And I don’t want it to stop.”
“You told me you loved me that night.” Relieved that I’d been brave enough to finally get that off my chest, I inhaled deeply, waiting for his shock to come. Only it didn’t.
“I know. And you didn’t say anything in return. And then that morning when Allie found us, you rushed off without a backward glance.”
Wait, what?
“You knew all along that you said it?”
He nodded.
“I figured it was a drunken mistake.”
“Paige,” he said, stroking my hand. “Nothing about us was a mistake.”
I licked my lips, gathering my thoughts. I couldn’t find the words just then to tell him that I loved him too.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admitted. Not a clue-with my life, with this beautiful younger man who should have been out of my league, not with any of it. I hadn’t been in a real relationship in a long time.
His fingertips pressed against my lips. “It’s my first time too.”
He offered me a small smile, and relief flooded my chest.
“Come with me.” Cannon took my hand and led me into the living room.
We sat together on the couch, my head on his shoulder and his hand in my hair. I’d missed the physical closeness of him so much that I wanted to soak in every moment-although I knew our conversation was far from over.
Lifting my hand to his mouth, Cannon placed a chaste kiss against my palm. “I thought I should have been able to get over this, to move past it. That in time, my memories of you would fade. I thought I’d move on and do just like I’d been doing my entire life . . .
“Making lemonade,” I said, finishing the sentence for him.
He took my hands in his. “Yes. Only that didn’t happen. I missed you, Paige. More with each passing day.”
“I missed you too.” Summoning my courage, I met his eyes. “I’m in love with you, Cannon.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
“God, I’ve been waiting to hear those words for so long, princess.” He brought his mouth to mine, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.
“Then why did you let me go so easily?” I asked, leaning into his touch.
“I didn’t want you to compromise your friendship with Allie for me. And you’re a grown woman, Paige. I figured you could decide what you wanted.”
I nodded. His answer made sense. “And what is it that you want?”
“You want to know what I want, princess?”
I gulped, nodding.
Suddenly he had me pinned beneath him on the couch, our wineglasses forgotten on the coffee table, the hard length of his body pressing into mine. I released a strangled groan when I felt the hard bulge of his manhood between my legs.
“I want you like this, every day for the rest of my life.”
His words were so brutally honest that I could only choke out a shaky breath before pressing my lips to his.
Claiming my mouth with a searing kiss, Cannon rocked into me, both of us breathing raggedly. “Christ, you’re so perfect for me, Paige. Say yes to this. To us.”
Pulling back just a fraction, I met his soulful gaze. I saw all the love, devotion, and commitment I’d ever dreamed about.
“What’s in it for me?” I asked playfully.
Cannon’s gaze turned sinful and he leaned in to kiss me, showing me exactly what was in it for me.
He had me naked and writhing beneath him in about three seconds flat, but from there, he took his time loving me-on the couch, the kitchen counter, and then in the bed until I was a boneless heap.
Falling in love didn’t feel like I thought it would-like I was losing a piece of myself to a man. No, it felt like I was gaining something else instead. Something bigger than just me. But I knew this something was so big and unpredictable that it had the power to completely destroy me if it went sideways.
For now, it seemed we had overcome our first hurdle. I just didn’t know what would happen next.