I’d felt guilty over ending it, so guilty that I’d let it drag on for far too long. In our last conversation, she’d told me I was too coldhearted to be a husband, and I’d thought maybe that’s what I was. I’d left our house full of regret but not sadness.
I’d been sure there was something wrong with me until I met a woman who lit me up from the inside and took over everythought in my head. Seeing her again was all I cared about, even before we were pushed back into each other’s orbit.
Maybe I wasn’t coldhearted as much as my heart wasn’t into it. My heart seemed to be very into the beautiful woman in my passenger seat, and I sure as hell wasn’t letting her go again.
Or ever.
The bone-deep certainty should have scared the shit out of me, but all it did was piss me off that we hadn’t gotten here faster.
“Here we are,” I said after I pulled into my spot in the garage next to my building.
“Wow, even the garage seems fancy.” She scanned the lot, full of cars but no people in sight.
“I was going for convenient with good security more than fancy. You’ll see when we go upstairs and find only the essentials.”
She nodded, chewing on her lip as she climbed into my lap.
“What kinds of essentials?” She lifted her leg to straddle my waist and painted kisses down my neck. “Is there a bed, at least?”
I let my head fall back in the seat, my cock so ready for her, and still getting over the abrupt stop from a couple of weeks ago, I was hard and heavy against the zipper of my shorts.
“Oh, there’s a bed,” I said, groaning as she dragged her lips over my throat. “And a couch and a shower and a lot of walls.” I threaded my fingers into her hair, twisting my hand around a fistful, and yanked until she looked up at me. “No rush to go, no sad breakfast, I get you the whole night?”
She pulled back, lust still burning in her eyes as her gaze softened.
“You do.” She skated her hand down my chest. “All night. However you want me.”
“Sweetheart, be careful what you say,” I said, running a finger down her neck and tracing the swell of her breasts against the neckline of her dress. “You have no idea how many ways I want you.”
Wanting Rachel had become my whole damn personality since the moment we’d met. Even when I was trying to avoid it. It had been hard enough to stop touching her that first night and even harder to leave her apartment recently.
She was still a fucking dream.
“I think I have an idea of how many,” she whispered, rolling her hips against my throbbing cock.
“No, Slugger. I don’t think you do,” I growled out before taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. She whimpered as I fisted the hem of her dress, lifting it up enough to slip my hand inside her panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I grunted out, dropping my head into the crook of her shoulder as she drenched my fingers. “Close already, baby?” I slid a finger inside her, tracing circles around her clit with my thumb. We had to make this fast because I had no idea who was watching us, and I didn’t want to blow in my shorts before I even got her upstairs.
This building had its share of much bigger celebrities, but there was still enough interest in me to risk being watched. The smart thing to do was stop and take all I wanted to do to Rachel behind a locked door.
And I would have, if anything short of death could have made me stop touching her right now, even if that recklessness might cost us.
All I could see and feel was Rachel writhing on top of me as she clenched around my fingers.
“Be a good girl and come for me. Come on,” I rasped, pushing the hem of her dress up on the other side and swatting her ass with a loud smack.
She dug her nails into my biceps as her legs shook, thrusting her hips against my hand until she collapsed against me.
She rested her cheek against my chest, peering up at me with a wince. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was a matted halo around her face, and she was so beautiful my throat went dry.
“We’re out of control.”
“Maybe,” I said, chuckling as I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’d call it more of a long buildup.” I smoothed her hair off her shoulder and brushed my lips across her collarbone. “But we should take it upstairs. Just give me a minute,” I breathed out, nodding to my still-painful erection. It had taken every ounce of control I had not to come all over myself, like I’d done that morning against the sheets in my hotel room.
She’d tasted too good, too sweet, and I was having the same problem now.
Rachel nodded, slowly climbing off me, her thighs still trembling from aftershocks.
