Those narrowed eyes pop wide, and the quick rise and fall of her breath stills. Time stops. Her lips move, yet no sound comes out. And the last of my control snaps.
I’m through the door and pinning her against the wall before I even think about it, and my lips come down on hers with all the pent-up desire of the past months. My obsession with her is off the chain, and I don’t know if I can get it back on.
She tastes of joy and honesty and something so sweet and out of reach it hurts. And even that’s not enough to stop me.
I hear a thud as Greer’s bag and keys drop to the floor and she jumps into the whirlpool of sensation with me. Her hands are in my hair, dislodging my bun and pulling hard. Not away from her. Towards her. My hands hit the wall on either side of her head, needing something solid to support me as the floor drops away at my feet.
“This is what I want,” I gasp as I drag my lips across her cheek, down her neck, feeling the pulse racing under her skin. My hips press her to the wall, my cock grinding into her flat stomach.
I know it’s wrong. Somewhere in my head is a voice of reason, but it’s lost in the pounding of blood in my ears, in her gasps as my teeth close over her earlobe, her whimpers as my hands slide up her taut thighs and under her dress, fingers hooking in the flimsy fabric of her knickers.
“Is this what you want?” My voice is a growl against the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, and she shivers.
“Yes.” She’s almost breathless. “With you. Only with you.”
And if there was any hope of me getting control of myself, it’s gone. With a few whispered words. Her hands work the buttons on my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. She pulls me closer. I’m lost.
I slide my hands down, taking her knickers with them until they drop to her ankles. My hand hooks behind her knee and hitches it to my hip, opening her to my fingers. She’s wet. Wet and hot and swollen.
I grapple with my wallet, sliding it from my back pocket one handed. Flipping it open I find the condom and drop the wallet where we stand. Her hands are busy with the button and zip on my jeans. She pushes aside my boxer briefs, and her warm fingers grasp my thumping hard-on. I freeze. This is it. In another second, the die will be cast. And I already know I’ll never be the same.
“You sure?”
“Shut up,” she murmurs as her lips land, hard and desperate, back on mine.
Our lips and tongues do battle while I tear open a condom and slide it over my erection.
In one swift motion I push Greer up the wall, pull her legs around my hips, notch my cock at her entrance and slam inside so hard I see stars.
“Fuck,” I gasp, but I don’t slow my desperate thrusts or my desperate mouth. The rhythm is relentless and pounding. It’s like this is my first time. Like I’ve never experienced this before. I can’t breathe. The only thing keeping me alive is the taste of Greer and her tight heat around my cock. Finally, around my cock.
Greer’s climax hits fast, convulsing every muscle. She makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream, and seconds later, there’s an echo from me as my cock jerks and my whole body shudders to a climax.
We stay pressed together, foreheads touching, our breathing harsh in the otherwise silent hallway.
I can’t believe what I’ve done. I crossed a line I promised myself I would not go near. And only half of me is sorry.
“Ah Jesus, Greer. What have we done? What have I done?”
Chapter Eighteen
Greer
Myracingheartplummets.Not the words you want to hear right after the best sex of your life, even if we are both still fully clothed. The saving grace is, I know he enjoyed it as much as I did.
“We did what’s been brewing since we ran into each other at the airport, Josh.” I try to keep my voice steady, despite the threatening tears. Tears of heartbreak. Tears of anger.
“And we shouldn’t have. I should’ve stopped this. We can’t ever be … this.”
“I think maybe we already are.”
“No. No, we’re not. This was a one-off thing.” Josh slides me down the wall. Settling me on my feet before he pulls back, slips the condom off, ties it and sets it on the floor. Then he tucks himself back into his jeans and zips up.
I don’t know what my face is saying, but he takes one look at it and his pinched expression softens. Pushing my hair gently off my face he kisses, my forehead.
“That was incredible, Greer. Amazing. But you understand why it can’t be any more than this. We’ve talked about it.”
“No. You’ve talked about it. I don’t get it at all. I want you. You want me. Simple.”
