I definitely don’t want right.
I kiss him harder, pulling him closer. A sound escapes his throat—half growl, half surrender—and then he breaks.
His hands are on me.
Not hesitant anymore. Not controlled.
Desperate.
He deepens the kiss. The kiss that has teeth and history. The kind that says, “I tried to let you go, but I never did.”
And when he finally drags his mouth from mine, breath ragged, eyes wild, I know we’ve crossed a line neither of us can uncross.
This is a mistake that will cause more hurt right after.
But fuck if I care.
Not today.
Xander reaches down, and the seat jerks backward, the backrest reclining. I yank at his tie, unbuttoning his shirt.
He hikes up my skirt, his hands squeezing my thighs in a hungry grip, marking me with his anguish.
“What do you need, Coraline?” He grits out.
“Your cock. Now.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
I finally part his shirt and rake my nails down his chest and abs. Fuck, I missed his body. I missed his touch. I missed his warmth.
Miss. Miss. Miss. The longing barrels through me, unexpected, and I claw at him, drawing blood. But he doesn’t seem to care.
He unzips his pants, pushes my panties to the side, and impales me in one swift move.
I cry out, the invasion unexpected. Brutal, yet welcome. He stills, his gaze glued to mine. We stare at each other in a limbo of indecision.
In the small space of his car, we’re both fighting the common sense that screams for us to stop.
Not only because we’re in a public fucking parking lot. But because we’re chasing a resolution that will only bring us pain.
Because we’re replacing words with actions that don’t match the state of our relationship.
“It’s a mistake.” I circle my hips, and Xander hisses.
“Certainly.”
I make another circle. “We will regret it.” I don’t even know why I voice all these objections.
“Perhaps.” He groans when I lift my hips and sink down again, squeezing.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Unfortunately.”
The regret in his voice registers, but it’s immediately replaced with pleasure when he grips my hips and starts bouncing me in a punishing tempo.
One that wipes my thoughts clear, replaces the agony, and finally opens the emergency exit. Exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed.
This is not lovemaking.
