“Occupied with what, Cal?” she asks, her voice part fear and part desire.
“Cordelia,” I sigh the witch’s name into Selene’s skin. “And some random men. Aubrey told us to give him the room.”
“But you came in here instead.”
“I needed to see you.” I pull back, wanting an up close view of her stunning features even though they’re laced with sadness. “How are you doing?”
Tears gloss over her eyes, making the puddles of toffee in her irises shimmer. “I wasn’t prepared for how hard it would be to be there. I didn’t know they were going to have his face…” She swallows, twisting her lips to the side to stop the sob trying to claw its way out of her. “Can you just?—”
She doesn’t even need to finish the request. I lower us to the floor, tucking the hem of her dress in so it doesn’t get dirty then pull her into the tightest hug possible. She hugs me back, returning a fraction of the pressure I’m giving as her breaths slow and then stop altogether.
“Is it too much?”
“No,” Selene gasps, lungs expanding as they fill with air. “It’s perfect.”
I’m always afraid that I’ll hurt her, but I’ve learned to trust her knowledge of her limits. We sit in perfect silence for a long while, until she finally taps my shoulder, signaling for me to let her go.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “It’s all I’ve wanted all day.”
“I know.”
The desire was so clear on her face. The need to retreat to the safety of my arms evident to me from across the room. I didn’t know then that I’d get to give her that today, but I’m so grateful I got the chance.
With her palms resting on the tops of my shoulders, Selene pushes back, allowing me to see a different desire taking over the lovely lines of her face. Heat dances in her eyes as she lowers her lips to mine. “Now, I want something else.”
“Selene, I don’t?—”
“Please, Cal.”
Her hands are already at my waist, deft fingers working to undo my belt. I want to say no, to tell her we don’t have enough time, but she’s kissing me again. They’re slow, languid kisses accompanied by strokes of her tongue that stoke the fire burning in the pit of my stomach.
“Fuck it,” I groan, hands fisting the fabric of her dress until it’s up around her hips. My fingers rush over the smooth, taut skin of her thighs, loving the way her muscles tense and relax under my touch.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she moans softly, fumbling with my zipper. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I tap her hip with my left hand. “Lift up for a second.”
She does as I ask, and I make short work of freeing my dick as my heart tries to pound its way out of my chest. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside of her, and I almost lose my shit when she lines the wet heat of her pussy up with my tip.
“Fuck.”My head falls back when she slides down onto me, walls already rippling with the promise of an impending orgasm as she takes my full length in a single motion.
Selene whimpers, biting her lip to hold in what I’m sure would be an earth shattering moan as she swirls her hips, dragging her clit across the exposed skin of my lower abs. I grab her waist, digging the tips of my fingers into her sides to get her attention. She fixes a wild, lust-filled gaze on my face, and I’m sure I’m nothing more than a mirror, reflecting that need and desperation back at her.
“Look at me when you ride me, pet. I want you to see exactly what this pussy does to me.”
Her walls clench around me, and I buck up into her, laughing darkly when she curses.
“I’m on top,” she growls, swooping down to give me a kiss that ends with her biting my bottom lip. “That means I’m in charge, Drake.”
If I had a response, which I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to vocalize it because as soon as Selene is done putting me in my place, she starts bouncing on my dick with an urgency that’s as familiar to me as the curve of her exquisite lips.
Everything about us has always been rushed. Condensed. Big feelings packed into small interactions, overwhelming desire stuffed into forbidden circumstances. This moment is no different—I mean, it’s a quickie on a bathroom floor of a restaurant with her husband and in-laws around the corner and one of my colleagues keeping watch—and yet, we treat it like it is.
Every kiss is a discovery.
Every wet glide of her pussy over my shaft a revelation.
Every moan a sacrifice to the gods in charge of happily ever afters for desperate fools who risk life and limb for love.
