LWLU – One Truth

“What, angel?” He caressed her cheek. “What is it?”

She sighed and dropped her gaze. “Making you wait the six months like you were just some guy I met at college was pointless.” Returning her eyes to his, she said, “You’re the right guy, Paul. If I hadn’t been so caught up in my own drama back in high school, I would’ve seen it back then.”

His heartbeat quickened under her fingers. “You had a lot going on back then.”

“We both did.” She flicked her tongue over her dry lips. “But there was still a part of me that thought life would make more sense if we’d actually been together then, not just pretending.”

“I’d be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind, even if it did make me feel like a jerk since I knew you had a boyfriend.”

“Then you can understand how bad it made me feel, having a boyfriend, but thinking about you more than I should.” She swallowed hard and had trouble holding his gaze. “And I was jealous of how much you loved Carly, even before I ever met her. I never wanted to admit that to you, but I was.”

He let his breath out slowly. “Just bad timing for us.”

“I know.” Her hands trailed down his chest, stopping an inch shy of the knot in his towel. “But it’s not bad timing now…is it?”

Instant tension shimmered between them. “No. It’s not.” His hands moved to her hips, sliding her to the edge of the counter while he moved between her knees. “And you said Nika’s got everything under control out there?”

Sara pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the carpet. “Yep. Even if Lincoln sets something else on fire.”

“Um-hmmm…” But Paul wasn’t listening to her anymore, that much was obvious. Instead, he was retrieving his pants from their place on the counter and removing the condom packet from within the pockets. The packet made it to the counter near Sara’s hip, but the pants hit the floor, forgotten, before his lips crushed over hers.

The kiss progressed from passionate to urgent within seconds and Sara fought to push her blue jeans over her hips the instant she felt Paul unfasten them. The need building within her was unlike any amount of desire she’d experience until this moment. How could she have been so foolish for so long?

The two of them hadn’t just been waiting six months to make love, it had been five years.

Five years of pushing Paul away…Five years of mourning the life and love she didn’t have. Five years of thinking Michael Scofield was the one when it had always been Paul Kellerman.

Always.

Unlike before, Paul didn’t hesitate and he didn’t take things slow. The time for tender affection was long past between them. This moment was about the fulfillment of need that they’d spent years building, about obtaining release after endless months of emotional foreplay.

Three sharp knocks on the door rang out in the room, shattering the perfection of their soft moans in the silent room. “Sara? Paul?”

Sara’s nails bit into the skin of his back. “If you stop now…I’ll kill you…with my bare hands…I swear it.”

“Go away,” Paul growled in the direction of the door.

For a moment, they thought she had, but Jane answered, “Okay, Veronica and Lincoln’s little brother are trying to kill each other. I don’t really care what happens, but I don’t think Lincoln and the chick with all the sex stories are going to be able to keep them off each other for very long. Just thought y’all should know.”

Sara wasn’t paying attention to a word she said. Instead, she bit her lip to keep from crying out and threw her head back as she finally achieved the release she’d waited so long to get, Paul only seconds behind her. The room fell into a blissful silence, still except for their ragged breaths and the sounds of melting snow dripping off the roof.

Paul pressed a kiss onto her bare shoulder. “Tell me Jane was actually at the door.”

“Huh?” She peeked at him through one eye; it was all the strength she had just to open the one. “Really, Kellerman? The first thing you can think to say after sex is whether Jane was at the door. I feel like I should be offended.”

“I want to make sure I’m not imagining interruptions because they’ve happened so often.” His mouth met hers in a lingering kiss. “But if you want to know what I’m actually thinking right now, it’s that I’m a complete jackass for leaving you wedged on the bathroom counter when the bed’s not ten feet away.”

With effort, she opened her eyes to look at him. “I’m not complaining.” She wanted to touch his face in reassurance, but her arms were like jelly, a lingering effect of satisfaction. “And yeah, she really was at the door. The one person Nika didn’t have an eye on.” She gave her head a lazy shake. “What did she want? I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Fuck if I know.” He brushed another kiss, softer this time, over her lips. “V and Mike, I think.”

She groaned and buried her head against his shoulder. This wasn’t happening. Not now. Not when she was finally happy.

“We have to go out there, don’t we?” His arms tensed around her waist. “We have to go play referee again?”

Sara looked up at him. “Yeah. We really need some new friends.”

Paul nodded, then framed her face with his hands, eyes deadly serious. “But swear you’re letting me make this up to you later tonight.”

“Count on it. I can’t have you feeling like a jackass when I’m satisfied and happy.” She grinned. “Totally satisfied and happy.”

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