Stop. I have to stop. I wanted to save all of this for someone special. My first orgasm couldn’t be from a damn pillow. Damnit.
I forced myself to stop moving, my body buzzing from the near-orgasm. My chest heaved as I tried to calm myself.
Suddenly, I understood why everyone was always so sex crazy. If I made myself feel that amazing, I wondered how much better it could be with someone you were really attracted to and who would go the entire way.
As I lay there, letting my body recover, my eyes felt heavy, and the lids closed. Before I knew it, I was out.
Thank god.
Weeks passed,and I was losing my patience more each day. I didn’t know what to expect after Roman kissed me. I was sure he regretted it, but I thought it would be the key to open the door to the forbidden finally. I thought it was only the first of many, that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back any longer, and something would finally happen with us.
I was wrong.
The only thing that kiss did was make him pull away more. The morning after our kiss, he avoided me until he found an excuse to leave the house. He stayed gone the entire day and well into the night. The next morning, he left for work bright and early, staying in his other apartment rather than coming home at night. I knew he was avoiding me, and I hated it. I had every intention of bringing it up to him the next time I saw him, but he was good at keeping himself scarce. The only time I did see him was when I was busy with Sophia, and I obviously couldn’t talk to him with her there.
He wouldn’t answer my phone calls or texts, unless they were only about Sophia, and then he responded with as few words as possible. The more he avoided me, the angrier I got and the more stress I needed to burn off. He didn’t even give me a hard time about going out with my friends or drinking. It was as if one kiss had taken away everything. He screwed up by kissing me, and he knew it, and he was punishing both of us for his mistake. The problem was, it only made me want him more.
It was a random Saturday, and all of my friends had plans to go clubbing once again. It had been a while since I’d joined them. After my kiss with Roman, I tried to play the good girl by stayinghome. I thought it would make him happy, not to mention, I’d never be able to catch him alone if I weren’t home to do so. But he was skilled at dodging me. Even when he needed something from the house, he often sent Monica to fetch it. I was finally pissed off enough to say screw it. I needed a fun night out with my friends. I needed to get drunk off my ass so that I could feel carefree for at least one night.
The momentwe entered the club, we celebrated with a shot of tequila. It was gross, but I chased it down with a fruity drink one of the girls suggested I try instead of beer. It didn’t burn like the shots, and it tasted much better than the beer the guys were drinking.
I sucked down three plastic cups of the fruity, pink mixture, and before I knew it, the whole club was buzzing with familiar faces and loud music. The girls pulled me onto the dance floor, and the three of us danced to every song. I wiggled my hips and shook my head, throwing my hair from side to side. My entire body was burning and tingling with excitement and fun. We’d been dancing and laughing for so long that I managed to forget all of my problems, which is precisely what I was trying for.
As I was dancing, I felt someone step up behind me. They put their hand on my stomach and pulled me back to their chest. I had a flare of panic until the scent reached my nose and I realized it was Lance’s familiar cologne. I glance around for the girls who were suddenly gone.
“I couldn’t watch you dance anymore without coming out here to join you,” Lance whispered in my ear.
The corners of my mouth turned upward. I had been resisting the pull that Lance had on me, but I didn’t want to resist anymore. I was just happy that someone was finally acting on their feelings, unlike Roman. Lance wasn’t afraid to tell me he wanted me.
I spun around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Why is that?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
His brows lifted, and his eyes moved down my body and back up. “Have you seen yourself in this dress? Half the guys in here right now are sporting a partial.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do.”
I decided to play along. “And what about the other half?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Married.”
My head fell back as I laughed. As I was lifting it back up, he moved in, placing his lips at my ear. “Tell me what I have to do to have you.” He squeezed my hip and pulled me even closer so I could feel the hardness in his pants.
I felt my playfulness go right out the window, suddenly replaced with seriousness I couldn’t ignore.
“Lance…” I wet my lips and locked my eyes on his. They were hooded with desire, deep and dark from need and the low lighting. “You’re cute, and I really do like you. It’s just not the time for so many reasons.”
“What reasons? Your ex? Give me one week, and you’ll have forgotten all about him.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re sure of yourself, huh?”
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Sasha. Trust me, I’ll make damn sure you forget about him and what he did to you.”
Before I knew what was happening, he was leaning in. His mouth found mine, and out of surprise, I tried to gasp. Only, I couldn’t because his mouth was covering mine, and when Iopened, he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved up to cup my face, and only one of them roamed back to tangle into my hair at the base of my neck. I couldn’t go anywhere, not without some serious effort. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere.
After the kiss with Roman and my evening with the pillow, something inside of me had awakened. I wanted more. More attention from the opposite sex. More touches that would drive me wild. More passionate kisses. Just…More.
Even though Lance wasn’t Roman, I kissed him back. I liked that someone wanted me, that someone was willing to act on the feelings they had for me. I fisted his shirt before I pulled him closer, deepening our kiss. Our tongues danced and tangled, our lips moved with force and speed. His hands began touring my body, sliding down my back, squeezing my hips, and roaming up my sides. His thumbs grazed over my nipples, making them tingle and harden. A fire erupted in my stomach, and the junction between my legs began to ache.
