He leans over and kisses the tip of my nose. “Thank god! I thought I killed you.”
“What a way to go!” I chuckle and reach up to trace his broad shoulder.
He shudders and power washes over me. I can make this big, powerful man shiver at just a touch.
Just like he can do the same thing to me.
There’s something powerful at work here. Something magical.
I reach up and pull his lips down to mine, shivering when I taste my own release on his lips.
“That was…”.
He grins. “That was so amazing that I made you faint. I can’t decide if that’s a compliment or not.”
“It is,” I sigh. “But I want more.”
“More might kill you.”
“I want you.” I reach down and my fingertips drag along the edge of his zipper and he growls and grabs my hand.
“We’ve got time. We don’t need to do more than that today. I just needed to taste you so bad.”
“I need to feel you inside me. Surely you’re not going to tell me no?”
My lip pouts out and he groans. “Oh, jeez! You’re killing me, baby girl. I’d give all my money to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my dick.”
“Then I suggest that you take what you need.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ll hurt me if you stop.”
“Aspen…” he growls and his forehead touches mine. “Please, baby. You’re killing me. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have waited. That was a mistake.”
Chills run along my arms as my heart sinks. I rub my arms and pull at the sheet as he stands up.
“I wanted to spend time with you today. I wanted you to help me take care of a special gift for Charlie. I never meant to do….” His big hand waves towards me. “That.”
I curl up around myself and grab at the sheet to cover my shivering, suddenly-cold body.
“O-okay. Sure. I’ll be happy to help you.”
“Good. I’ll go downstairs and wait for you to get dressed.” And he leaves me sitting up in bed.
Closing my eyes, tears well up behind my lashes, burning to get out.
But I push them away.
Because I knew it was too good to be true. He doesn’t feel the same way about me.
He must have done that because he saw something in my eyes and felt sorry for me.
I drag my aching, hungry body out of the twisted sheets and stand up. With dragging steps, I move to the closet and pull out the first thing my hand touches.
I don’t care what the hell it is. I don’t care if I look like an idiot.
I just want to get this over with and come home to lick my wounds in peace.
