Harrison’s arms slid around me after, pulling me to his chest, his head dipping to press a soft, searching kiss to my lips.
It took a long time to realize he was still stiff inside me.
My walls clenched at the realization, making a deep growl move through Harrison.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, kissing me harder.
I whimpered against his lips.
Sensing the need climbing again, he stepped backward, moving me away from the wall, then pressing my upper half down.
I pushed my palms against the wall, sensing the snap in his control, knowing that if I didn’t brace myself, my face would be slamming against it in no time.
Both his hands slid to my hips.
Then he was slipping back and slamming deep, his hands yanking my hips back with the thrust, forcing me to take every inch of him.
And I moaned at the stretch, at the warmth, at the way he seemed to be coming undone with each passing second.
I hinged further downward, the angle making him slide against that perfect spot inside, the sensation making me groan low and deep.
That rumble moved through Harrison again as he took me harder, faster, the sounds of our bodies mingling with our ragged breath and deep moans as we both rose higher and higher.
He clung to me.
I clung to the wall.
But no amount of bracing could save us from the edge.
Then, together, we were falling, crashing, shattering.
My breath hitched in halves. My body trembled. My throat ached from crying out.
All the while he was there, pulling me back against him, putting me together again as I fell apart.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, his warm breath on my ear. “I’ve got you.”
For just a moment, I let him.
Have me.
Hold me.
But reality came back in scattered pieces, sliding together to create a picture that got clearer and clearer by the moment.
Until the sensation faded.
And all that was left was something, if not quite regret, then a close cousin.
Because sex was certainly not going to help my case for a divorce. Especially really good sex. And that was really good sex.
“Lost you already,” Harrison said, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to my neck before slowly releasing me.
There was a sinking sensation in my chest as I stepped away to quickly get myself dressed again.
I didn’t realize until I turned back that I was alone, that Harrison had walked away while my back was turned.
I tried to tell myself that it was for the best, but that sinking feeling only increased until I was leaning against the wall, my palms pressed against my eyes.
