The room felt darker. Hotter. My fingertips tingled, and I grabbed him by the wrist, digging my nails into the cuff of his sleeve. I wasn't sure whether it was to hurt him or if I was clawing at the ledge I so desperately wanted to diveoff.
His other hand reached up, and when those fingers ran over the opposite side of my throat, my knees buckled. I closed my eyes and savored the heat of him on me. I heard him curse once, and then his face was buried in my neck, his hot breath sending a wave of goosebumps puckering out all over myskin.
“Dylan,” Iwhispered.
“I know.” His voicetrembled.
Then soft lips pressed against the skin right below my jaw, and I held my breath, waiting, wanting. I felt frantic, like falling off the edge of the world...this, whatever this was, this wasn’t just simple lust. That was what terrified me the most. This was something much, much more. It was beyond ruthless and carnal; it was gut-wrenchinglyreal.
He pushed himself away, both of us separating in breathy swears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes glossy. “I…oh God, it’s just that when I’m with you, Callie, it’s laughable that I ever thought what I had with Sheri was real.” He covered his forehead with his hands, pressing his palms hard. "You're the piece of my puzzle that's been missing. And I don't know how I'm going to do this without you. I don't think I'm going to want to do any of it if you're nothere."
I backed away until I hit the wall. “I really, really should gonow.”
“I know you should, and I know you will. Just know in my heart, I don’t want you to,” hewhispered.
I nodded quickly and felt my way along the wall to the door. “I don’t want to go either, but I am. I’m going.” I whirled around and rushed for the front door and slammed it closed behindme.
There was no way I would stay. I never wanted to go inside his house again, it would be risking too much. It wasn’t even Sheri I was thinking about; it was me. Falling for Dylan would be a form of suicide for me. He would take and take, and I would give him and those children everything, wouldn’t I? It would be total self-destruction. How would I stay a sane person if I had to constantly hide my feelings from his wife? How would I be able to deal with seeing them a happy family while being some side-piece he threw his dick at a few times a week, with a bit of sweetwords?
It would be a reckless disregard for my own well-being, and I wouldn’t be a part of it.I did deservemore.
I deserved to find someone just for me. And if I didn’t, so be it, I was already used to beingalone.
I was done with DylanSanborn.
It wasn’t until three o’clock in the morning that I snapped out of mystupor.
When I heard the screams and glass breaking, all I could do was grab for mygun.
