“I’m sorry,” I confess. “I thought—I guess I let it get into my head that this was going to be something more than what it was. I thought you wanted to seeme,you know? Not just to talk about the twins.”
He pushes a hand through his hair. In the dark, I can see something in his expression shift, the light catching the side of his face.
“You think I didn’t want to see you?”
My breath hitches. It’s the first time he’s admitted anything close to this, anything close to the idea that it’s not just the kids he’s worried about.
I clasp my hands behind my back, trying to keep myself from reaching for him. I could just put it all down to hormones, but I know there’s something else that pulses between us—something even more demanding, even harder to control.
“I think…I don’t know what to think,” I admit, my voice dropping. “I just…I haven’t been with anyone since you, Martin. And seeing you again like that, knowing the bond we have, it’s not like I can just ignore it.”
He moves a little closer, his jaw tightening. “You haven’t been with anyone since you were with me?”
I shake my head. “I…I haven’t been,” I confess. “And trust me, that was difficult, especially during the height of pregnancy hormones.”
I intend it as a joke, but it comes out something closer to flirtation. Part of me wants to take it back, but another part of me is all too aware of the fact that we’re alone together right now, and that he could reach for me at any moment and close the distance between us.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, Lila,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. “I didn’t want to assume anything. The night we met, it was clear something was going on with you, and the last thing I wanted was to make that more complicated.”
His gaze trails up and down me slowly, as if he’s seeing me properly for the first time tonight.
“But if I had known you wanted something more out of tonight…” he adds, as he reaches his hand for my face, finger trailing down my cheek. His touch is electric—it’s been so long since anyone has laid hands on me like this, and the thrill of it is almost more than I can take. “I would have given you everything you asked for.”
His accent comes out a little thicker as he speaks, as though he’s reverting to a deeper, darker version of himself. And as I gaze up at him, here in the alley, I know I can’t resist him any longer. I’ve held back long enough, and now all my body wants is to feel his hands in my hair and his tongue in my mouth once more.
I move into him slowly, bringing my mouth to his without breaking his gaze for a second. His tongue slips past my lips at once, drawing me into a deep embrace as he pins me there against the wall. I can almost hear the blood throbbing around my head, all the unspent desire that has been built up in my time alone starting to rise through me as I move against him, and soon I feel him stirring at my hip in turn.
“God, Lila,” he murmurs against my mouth. It’s the first time I’ve heard him say my name in a moment of passion like this, and I love the way it sounds when he speaks it, laced with such meaning I can feel it all the way through my body.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been pretending I don’t want you,” he continues. “Pretending that I haven’t thought about you every single day since the first time we were together…do you know how many times I’ve run through it in my head? The way you sounded, the way you moved, the way you looked.”
I grasp his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. My knees are already growing weak, the want swelling up inside of me faster than I can control it. I want to find some way to tell him thatI know exactly what he means, that I’ve been thinking about him the exact same way, that the memories have kept me awake night after night as I pictured the way his hands felt on my body, the way we fit together as though we were made for each other.
His hand snakes its way down toward my thighs, curling around the hem of my dress and easing it up slowly. Right here, in the alleyway. The notion that he needs me so much that he’s willing to run the risk of getting caught sends a fresh wave of arousal through my body, and my hips rise to try and meet him.
“Too soon for me to fuck you again,” he murmurs, trailing his lips along my cheek and toward my ear. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come…”
I whimper, and he bites down softly on my lobe.
“See? I knew you remembered those noises I liked so much…”
I sink into him, arm wrapped around his shoulders as he slowly peels my panties away from my soaked pussy and trails his fingertips along the outside of my folds. I press my lips together, trying to keep from making too much noise, though I’m not sure how long I can take this. His touch is too much for me, too thrilling, the danger of it only adding to the desperate want that’s swimming around my body.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his voice low enough that I know I’m the only one who can hear him. Beyond us, on the street that the alleyway leads to, I’m distantly aware of voices and the chatter of the city as it prepares for a night on the town. But here, it might as well just be the two of us in the whole world, and that’s exactly how I want it.
He moves his fingers inside of me in one motion, filling me to the very brim, and I clasp on to him even tighter as my legs threaten to give out from underneath me.
I can’t believe how good this feels, all the pleasure that I’ve been doing my best to deny myself finally sated as he touches me at last. It’s everything I’ve been waiting for, everything I didn’t even realize I was missing until he touched me like this. I have tried to pleasure myself, of course I have, but it’s more than just the mechanics of it—it’s the way he makes me feel, the way he caresses me like he wants to explore every inch of me.
My hips begin to stir against his hand almost of their own accord, and he traces his lips against my ear once more, voice low and gravelly.
“Fuck, Lila, you’re so good,” he murmurs. “You’re so, so fucking good…”
I sink my nails into the nape of his neck, clutching on to him for dear life. I’m glad the wall is behind me, because if it wasn’t I’m pretty sure I would have crumpled to the ground by now. It feels like everything is focused on him, every part of me spiraling down into the pleasure that he gifts me with each movement of his fingers.
He curls them up slightly inside of me, pressing down on the ridge a few inches into my pussy, and kisses me hard to cover up the moan that I let out in response. I can already feel the orgasm building quickly inside of me, my need on the brink of overflowing.
I’m rocking against him, all too aware of the pressure of his cock against my hip. I know it’s too soon for me to even think about taking him inside of me, but God, right now, there’s almostnothing I wouldn’t do to feel him drive himself into me just like he did back at the cabin.
