“You can take it,” he grated.
A high-pitched noise escaped me as he pushed me to the brink and then drove into me even harder.
“Lean back, all the way,” he instructed as his hands captured mine. I obeyed, gasping at the new angle. My back arched, and my head fell back as he gripped my wrists, using them as a lever to buck into me. My orgasm was completely in his control, just as he wanted, just as I wanted, and when he decided it was time, he hit the spot.
“I can feel you coming,” he said. “Break for me, baby.”
“Oh, David,yes,” I cried up to the ceiling as my blood simmered throughout me.
Stars pierced my vision as he grabbed the base of my neck. His visceral cry sent me flying, my orgasm exploding just from the sound of his pleasure. I grabbed his hand at my neck, and my other hand clamped on his shoulder to ride him through the bliss.
I dropped my gaze to watch as he gave me one grueling last thrust and came apart under me, groaning while his fingers bit into my skin. I fell forward and clutched him as he gushed inside of me, his grip tight until he’d finished.
I lay on his chest, quivering against him, the left side of my body burning from the suddenly hot fire. His hands found their way over my back and up to my hair, clasping me close. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. He released my bra finally. His coarse and perfect palms spanned back and forth over my hypersensitive skin.
“That feels amazing,” I said with a soft moan.
He kissed the side of my head. When I slid off his wet cock, I was once again devoid of the other half of my puzzle.
“Where are you going?” he asked, reaching out to hold me in place.
“Bathroom. Architect’s orders.”
He laughed lazily at his own rule of peeing after sex, as though he lacked the energy for anything more. He let me go and said, “Use the guest room, it’s closer.”
I couldn’t help but grin giddily as I passed through the room. I remembered our chaste night after my encounter with Mark Alvarez and how badly I’d wanted David to touch me through the t-shirt he’d given me.
As I fixed my hair, I froze when voices floated in from the other room. I grabbed a towel from a linen cabinet, tucked it under my arms to secure it, and snuck out into the hallway. Peering around the corner, I almost dropped the towel at what I saw.
Looking as stunning as she did every time I’d been in her presence, David’ssupposedex stood in the doorway. What thehellwas Maria doing here?
8
Dressed in a body-skimming black dress that displayed ample cleavage and dark, muscular legs, Maria oozed sexuality from where she stood on the doorstep of David’s apartment.
She batted her lashes up at him as he towered in the doorway. “But,Dah-veed,” she was saying, drawing out his name in her buttery Latin accent, “I’ve been here foryears, waiting. I don’t deserve this. I deserve a real chance.”
I clutched my towel closed, trying to catch up with the conversation as Maria scanned his naked torso and boxer briefs. Jealousy reared in me as her eyes landed on his bare feet, which somehow felt more intimate.
David leaned on the doorjamb. “Come on, Maria,” he said. “You know what we are.”
She arched an eyebrow. “After three years you feel absolutelynothing? You cannot turn it off just like that,” she said and snapped her fingers.
“Don’t play games,” he said. “Things have always been casual.”
“Not casual, David. I’m not clingy like the other girls, but I’m here when you need me, when you don’t want them anymore.” She flattened a hand on his chest. “But now, you dump me like nothing? I’ve put in the time,cariño. I deserve more.”
A flush made its way up my neck. She touched him freely and called himdarling—and she’d been doing those things forthree years? That was more than half the time I’d been married.
David calmly removed her palm from him his chest. Instead of letting go, he held her hand in his and covered the back of it with his other. “Maria, I love you, but—”
“Then let me make you happy.” She bit her lip. “I want a ring.”
I inhaled sharply.A ring? Love?
There was nothing “casual” about any of this. Either David had lied or he’d downplayed their relationship. I had reason to question him after the way he’d bought the Oak Park house, then planned to omit that fact untilafterI’d agreed to leave Bill.
And Ihadleft Bill. For David. For David, I’d upended my life—while he held another woman’s hand? I backed away and into an end table that knocked against the wall.
