Free The Last Husband by J. S. Cooper Page A

I didn’t want you to know just what
lengths I had gone to, to try and spend some time with you, outside of the
diner.”
    “And
then you came to the room too late,” I continued understandingly.
    “Exactly,
my perfect plan was foiled.”
    “What
was the plan for?” I smiled at him, wondering what he had expected.
    “I
wanted us to talk and dance and get to know each other, outside of the diner.”
He looked a little embarrassed.
    “Why?”
I continued.
    “Because
I liked you and wanted to get to know you better,” he muttered.
    “You
liked me?” I grinned.
    “Yes,
Lucky.” He pulled me towards him, and this time I didn’t protest. “I thought
you were beautiful, engaging, delightful, and someone I very much wanted to get
to know better.”
    “So
you really liked me, huh?” I couldn’t stop smiling and I felt his hands wrap
around my waist and bring me in closer to him.
    “Yes,
I really liked you.” He grinned at me. “I guess I didn’t know how to approach
you in the restaurant and not get shot down.”
    “Why
would I shoot you down?”
    “Uh,
let me think … because I was on a different date every week.”
    “You
could have asked me out.”
    “And
you would have said yes?” He looked at me in surprise.
    “No.”
I laughed. “I don’t think I would have. Well, I don’t know. You did have me
intrigued.”
    “Not
as intrigued as you had me.” He smiled at me and bit my nose. “I used to live
for Fridays and your smile and witty comments.”
    “I
used to live for Fridays so I could see you and make fun of you with Maria and
Shayla.”
    “I
know.” He laughed.
    “What?”
    “I
used to see the three of you peeking at my table from the kitchen.”
    “Oops.”
I laughed.
    “I
love your laugh.” His voice was emotional. “It makes me feel all warm and happy
inside. Your smile and your laugh make me feel like life is worth living. All I
want is to see you happy. You know that, right?” He looked at me and I nodded
back at him silently. “Please be patient with me, Lucky. I’m rough around the
edges when it comes to love and how to treat a lady. I know that sometimes I
don’t give you what you need, but I’m trying. I’m really trying. I want to be
worthy of your heart.”
    “You
are,” I protested, and he leaned forward and kissed me.
    “I
want to feel like I’m worthy of your love.” He smiled awkwardly. “You deserve
the best. And sometimes I know it’s hard for me to let other people in. I don’t
want you to ever feel like you can’t talk to me or come to me.”
    “I
feel the same, Zane. I want you to trust me and come to me as well.”
    “I
will.” His eyes flashed with an emotion I didn’t recognize and I was about to
say something when he pulled me against him hard.
    “Tell
me you’re not aroused right now?”
    I
looked up at him in amazement as I felt his erection press against my belly.
    “I’m
always aroused when I am with you, Lucky.” He kissed my forehead and slid his
hands to my ass, cupping my buttocks. “I want to make sweet love to you all day
and night.”
    “All
day and night, huh?” I grinned and pushed my breasts into his chest, relishing
in his hardness against my body. “You smell so good.” I leaned my nose into his
chest and breathed him in.
    “How
good?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
    “Really
good.” I sighed and lay my head against his chest, loving the warmth of his
embrace.
    “Good
enough to eat?”
    “I’d
eat you in a second,” I giggled, running my hand down his chest to his pants
and grabbing hold. “In fact, I’m feeling quite hungry right now.”
    “Do
I turn you on then?”
    “Hmm,
I’ll have to think about that.” I fiddled with the button at the top of his
jeans and then yanked the zipper down before pushing my hand down his pants and
grabbing a hold of him. I slid my fingers up and down the length of him, amazed
at how hard he was already.
    “I
think you know you turn me on.”
    “Isn’t
that what