The warmth of his tongue glides over my collarbone as our bodies sweat and slide together.
I grip him, digging into his back, clutching his hardness, ready to come unhinged in his arms.
“Oh...” I breathe out as dizziness encroaches upon me.
“You’re so good,” Xander mumbles then holds my head and creates a new feeling of euphoria in my mouth, sending jolts of energy throughout all my cells.
He pushes his forehead to mine, and I tighten my arms around him, vibrating on his cock, whimpering.
“I...I... Oh...”
He pushes my hair off my face, and his other hand pushes my hip down on him harder.
“Oh fuck,” I yell out in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Charlotte,” he groans, pumping hard into me, sending me further into my climax.
When we come down, his intense eyes stare into mine, and a smile plays upon his lips.
He slides me off him and pushes me down to the bed so I’m lying on his arm. His body is propped on its side next to mine. “Tell me again how you’re single?”
I laugh.
“I don’t expect a girl like you to wait for me, but if you’re still single when I move here, can I see you again?”
4
Charlotte
Present Day
As quickly asI can walk away from Xander, I do. My heart is beating harder, and I focus on the floor until I get out of the hospital, too scared to look at anyone, for fear I’m going to break down and sob hysterically.
He dreams of me.
But he is still searching for and loves Billie.
Stay away.
My brain is a mishmash of thoughts, with the most dangerous one of all springing to thesurface, over and over again.
Hope.
I need to get it out of my system. There is no future with Xander. He will never let go of his feelings for this Billie woman, whoever she is.
When the doors to the hospital open and I step outside, I pick my head up. With the cold wind beating on my face, I scurry to the parking garage and locate my car. Only once I’m inside it do I break down.
Seven hours of torture. That’s what I endured. Every second wondering if he knew who I was or didn’t. But then he came into the locker room and gave me a glimmer of hope that he remembered me.
But he doesn’t.
He told me he dreams of me, but what does that mean? How can he dream of me but not remember me?
Then he touched me. He held my face in his hands and through tear-filled eyes, wanted to know how he hurt me.
I almost told him.
I almost wrapped my arms around him and cried into his chest.
