My body starts to splinter, shattering from the inside out until I’m coming all over again, gasping breaths punching out of me as I buck my hips and drink from this man.
My parched soul is refreshed until it’s bubbling over, water running through me, sweet bliss gushing over him until his own hips start to buck.
He’s coming.
I can feel that urgent swell of power.
Power he’s barely able to control.
I want to tell him to unleash it, to take me hard and fast and?—
A choking groan comes out of him as he thrusts deep one last time, quivering inside me, over me… all around me.
I pull him down on top of me, his weight a heavy blanket. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into that taut butt of his.
Damn, he is so fine.
Every inch of him is marble. Granite muscles, yet soft and warm to the touch.
I can’t help a heady groan as he finally relaxes over me.
Our bodies are rubber and my limbs fall apart, my arms flopping down onto the stage with a loud smack.
“You good?” Tyrell’s still catching his breath, his heart thundering against my chest.
“Yeah,” I murmur, trailing my fingers lightly up his back. “That was… It was…” I can’t even find the words.
Tyrell’s lips curl into a smile; I can feel it forming against my cheek. Then he rises up, and although I can’t see his face that clearly, I can picture his soft gaze when he whispers, “I know, right?”
CHAPTER 30
TYRELL
Guilt.
It’s eating me up.
And I can’t whisper a word of what I’m feeling to Dani because I don’t wantherfeeling bad about hooking up on that stage.
It was fucking epic.
I haven’t felt that way… ever.
And it kills me that I’ve just had the best sex of my life… with someone else’s woman.
She doesn’t belong to Atlas! He’s dead. Gone. Buried.
Logically, I know all of this stuff, but as I drive Dani home, my fingers wrapped around the wheel, all I can feel is guilt. Fucking guilt.
Because if it weren’t for me, Atlas would have been the one making love to her on that stage.
I don’t deserve mind-blowing sex with this woman, yet I took it anyway. And as her sweet scent wafts over to me and I glance her way… I know without a doubt that I want to have her again. Take her and enjoy her and pleasure her. I want to hear those moans and wails. I want to watch her writhe in ecstasy. I want to make her feel good, because that’s what she deserves.
But do I deserve her in return?
No.
Shit, Atlas, man. I’m sorry.
