ISABELLA
It’s done. The line is crossed. The forbidden fruit is eaten. I thought I’d feel different. I thought I’d regret what we just did. Waiting for a surge of guilt that never arrives.
Instead, something else. A quiet sense of peace and rightness settles over me. A silence of my worries, fears, and doubts. Being here with him, like this, on his bike, clicks something inside me.
It’s an odd feeling.
Expecting something that doesn’t come and not expecting something that does. If this were a chemistry experiment, it would be called an anomaly, a deviation from the norm. But this isn’t a lab, and I can’t measure or predict the variables at play.
His light curse fills my ears as he suddenly pulls away, slipping from my body and exposing my sweaty back and wet pussy to the cold air. It sends goosebumps over my skin and a shudder through my body. It’s another couple of seconds before he’s reaching for my pants, tugging them up with a surprising hastiness.
Pushing myself up from being draped over his bike and the steel no longer digging into my knees, I groan at the soreness from both him and my accident.
I catch his hands, working the fabric over my ass to finish the job myself, and turning to look at him. He wears regret on his face. An expression more unexpected than me choosing to throw caution to the wind and fucking him.
“That was a mistake.”
The words are a slap across my face.
Unable to look me in the eye, he quickly works on bringing his pants up, adjusting himself before zipping them. Whatever he did with the used condom is beyond me.
My mouth parts while my brain is still processing what’s happening. With my unclasped bra causing tension across my arms, I walk away from him toward the water’s edge. My boots sink into the soft soil as I work to hook my bra from underneath my sweater and blazer.
A mistake.
The flames of lust are barely extinguished before he doused them further by his admission. I exhale deeply, the warmth of my breath seen in the cool air and darkening sky as I look at the tender ripples made by a turtle. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around my waist, securing me to him in a softer and more meaningful embrace.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so rough with you, Iz.” His words vibrate against my shoulder blades. “I was so excited and couldn’t help myself.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
We aren’t a mistake.
His guilt is how we fucked. Not the fact that we fucked. It’s sort of endearing.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
I rest the back of my head against his chest. My hand reaches his forearm to squeeze it while glancing at the soft boat lights from across the inlet.
“You didn’t.”
Quite the opposite.
It was hot how he took charge.
Utterly in control.
Whereas I didn’t have to think about a thing. He did it all, allowing me to escape into the moment. It was one of the best quickies I’ve ever had.
“Are you sure?”
I turn my chin, looking up at him, still wearing that same regretful expression, until I turn in his arms.
“Yeah, my only regret is I wore pants when a skirt would have been easier.”
Relief sags his body further into mine. He chuckles, the sound deep and sexy as it reverberates into my chest.
“Well, I suppose we can’t correct that now, can we?”
