She came again, faster than she thought she could, and when her pussy clamped down on his finger and her clit pulsed heavily against his thumb, his whole body spasmed, and he spurted his release up her torso. Hot, wet stripes. Her reward, painted across her skin.
He used his shirt to clean her off, then hauled her right against him, on his side, her back against his chest.
She tangled their fingers together in front of her and kissed his knuckles, overcome by feeling.
He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Go to sleep. You have a flight to catch in the morning.”
And then he took another breath, and it was shaky, but he held it together.
She didn’t feel that sure of her own ability to do the same. Hot tears slipped from her eyes and fell to the pillow, but she managed not to sob. She just let the feelings roll over her like a catastrophic wave, zero chance of escaping it. No outrunning it. Just…give in, and be pulled under.
22
Josh wokeup with his arms full of his warm, willing wife, and for a second, everything was perfect. Exactly as it should be.
And then he remembered that he had to let her go today, and nothing was as it should be.
He held his breath and pressed his face into her hair. How many times had he breathed in her scent over the night?
Not enough times.
One of his hands was splayed wide against her belly, under her shirt. His shirt, which she’d slept in for two nights. His other hand was curled possessively around the front of her neck, and his thumb was notched up onto her cheek.
She was pinned against him.
You don’t want to let her go.
Of course he didn’t.
But he’d also said terrible things to her.I don’t want to love you.And that was still true. He wanted to be mad, because he’d lost three years with her. He’d been wronged, and he was hurt.
But she hadn’t been the one who wronged him. Not really. That was her father. She’d been trying to protect him.
She stirred in his arms, her bum wiggling back against his cock. He went from thick to hard in a second, and she must have felt it, because she swallowed nervously. Which he felt against his palm, because his hand was still possessively curled around her throat.
He couldn’t ignore that she was awake.
He should let her go.
Should.
Let.
Her…
He didn’t move. If anything, his grip tightened, enough to betray that he was awake as well.
She breathed in, a deep inhale, and then held it.
If they held their breath forever, maybe they would never need to leave this bed.
But that wasn’t real life. At best, he could steal them a bit more time. That was it, that was all they would have.
He slid his hand from her neck, up onto her jaw, and gently pressed his index finger to her lips. “Don’t wake up yet.”
“Who says I’m awake?” she whispered.
Good. They could pretend, then.
