“Okay,” I said as I made a slow approach.
“Do you think about me?”
I froze at the question.
“Think about you?”
“Yes. As more than just an old friend.” Her eyes were wide as they held mine. I barely blinked as she sat up. “Because I think about you.”
Jesus Christ.
“You do?” I asked slowly. I didn’t know what was driving this. Memories of old times were kicking my ass tonight too, along with nerves of spending the night together. But for once in my life, I had no idea what to say.
“Yes. Being together tonight…felt good. Like old times, only better.”
“Yes, it felt good,” I allowed. “But remember, we didn’t go back to bad habits?—”
“What if I told you that I wanted to cross the line I made us draw, just for tonight?” She inched toward me, pressing her shaking hands against my cheeks.
“What line is that?”
I knew what line she meant—or at least, I prayed I did. I could never resist that hungry look in her eyes. Sabrina was the first woman to get me hard with only a smirk and make me almost come with only a kiss.
I was putty in her hands then and had even fewer defenses now.
“I’m saying I want you.”
“What exactly do you want?” I didn’t recognize my own voice as it dipped to a husky rasp. “You want me to kiss you like I did for show tonight?” I drifted my thumb over her bottom lip. “Or climb under the sheets and see if you taste as sweet as I remember.” A whimper escaped her when I dipped my hand under the covers and skimmed it down her leg. “You need to be clear about what you’re asking me for.”
“I didn’t kiss you for show tonight,” she said in a gravelly whisper. “I did it because I wanted to. Like I want you to now.”
“Then after I kiss you, what do you want me to do?” I grazed my bottom lip across hers, smiling when she opened her mouth, her shaky breaths fanning hot against my chin. “Do you want me to fuck you against that padded headboard, hard and deep enough so the whole hotel can hear you come?”
“That was…awfully specific,” she said, her hooded eyes fixed on me as her chest heaved up and down.
“Because, yes, I think about you.”
All the fucking time.
This was exactly what I’d been trying to avoid. I should stop this. Get back on my edge of the bed and tell her this was a bad idea, that as much as we’d say only for tonight, we wouldn’t be able to keep it there.
And I’d want a lot more than she would when it was over.
This was exactly what I’d been dreading yet hoping for. I’d known I wouldn’t be strong enough to resist, and giving in would probably destroy me.
But at that moment, with Sabrina’s eyes on mine, her body so close in this big fucking bed, I’d destroy myself a million times over and worry about it later. Right now, I wanted her too much to care about anything else.
Including myself.
“So, if I’m what you want, I’m all fucking yours.”
And wasn’t that the fucking truth? Not just for tonight but for what felt like my whole goddamn life.
But if I only had right here and right now, I wasn’t wasting a second of it.
I peeled off my T-shirt and climbed on top of Sabrina, grinding against her as her legs fell open.
I didn’t know what had come over her. Was it regret about all she’d wanted in life but never had? Was it the old habits of losing herself in me when life became too hard floating to the surface?
