I close my eyes as my breath catches. Her fingers brush just beneath my waistband as she unbuckles my belt and jeans. She slides them down my hips, all while staring up at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Mina, we can’t…”
“Shh.” She stands and places her finger against my lips. She drags her finger, running it down my chest, then alongthe waist of my boxer briefs. The soaked black fabric clings to my body and does nothing to hide my erection.
Her hand palms me over my boxers as she stands up on her tiptoes to kiss me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me tighter against her. She slides her hand inside my boxers and wraps her fingers around me.
“Fuck,” I hiss. My head falls back and hits the tile wall. A moment of clarity hits me. I can’t do this. It’s wrong. This is Mina for Christ’s sake.
But the internal turmoil I’m suffering is quickly silenced as she begins to stroke my cock. Her hand slides up and down as her tongue slips past my lips again. She groans, and it’s taking everything in me not to press her against this wall and fuck her senseless.
I swear she can read my mind. Her leg hitches over my hip and pulls my body tighter against hers.
I break.
I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her. I spin us, pressing her body against the tile. She yelps as her body leans away from the wall. I quickly look at her back. I forgot about the cut along her shoulder blade.
“Fuck, Mina. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay…I just…” Her voice trails off as a deeper shade of red blushes her cheeks.
“What is it, Sunshine? Anything you ask, I’ll do it. Tell me...What do you want?”
She thinks it over for a moment. She chews her bottom lip, and I’m dying to taste her lips again. She finally looks up at me. Those eyes glistening in the spray from the shower head. She’s not just wrapped around my heart…She's managed to become a part of me, embedded into my fucking soul.
Those plump lips finally part and say the words that stab me right in the heart, because they’re the same ones I said to her last night at the club.
“I just want you to make me forget.”
My heart skips a beat, and every thought, worry, or ounce of guilt goes flying out the window.
“Fuck it.”
CHAPTER 15
Mina
The words leave his lips, and a second later, those lips are on mine. That familiar, addictive taste of him explodes on my tongue as he kisses me, causing me to moan against his lips. His one hand’s fingers press into my lower back, and the other hand is tangled in the hair on the back of my head. He tilts my face, angling me to kiss me deeper.
I’ve never wanted someone more in my life. This man has stolen every part of me, and I hope he never gives them back.
“Fuck, Myles…I need you…Please,” I whimper between our kisses. His hand leaves my back to reach and shut off the water without breaking our kiss. He opens the door and then lifts me again. I wrap my legs around his waist. His boxers still cling to his hips as I try to pull them down.
He huffs in irritation as he sets me down to quickly drop his boxers to the floor. He grabs me fast, lifting me once more as he begins to kiss me again. My mind spins ashe walks us out of the bathroom to the next door down the hall.
I grab the handle and turn it as his foot kicks against it. It flings open and hits the dresser behind the door. He doesn’t seem to mind even as something falls and rolls across the floor. He carries me to the bed before sitting, then lies down flat on his back, keeping me on top of him.
I’m straddling his hips. I can feel his cock throbbing between my thighs. I break our kiss to sit up straighter. His fingers barely graze the tops of my thighs before he grips my hips.
“Mina…” His voice is broken. It’s like he’s fighting a war inside his mind. He wants this just as badly as I do. Why can’t he just let go? What’s stopping him? Is it because of what Declan did to me in front of him? Or is it because of what I did to Declan?
“Please, Myles.” I take his hands and run them along my hips, then sides, up to my breasts. He grabs them and begins to play with my nipples.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea after everything that’s happened,” he begins to protest.
I slowly roll my hips, grinding my pussy along his cock. His head falls back to the mattress, eyes closed as he clenches his jaw. He pinches my nipples, then rolls them between his fingers.
“I want you, Myles. I don’t care what you may or may not have done. I don’t care about your past. I just want you.” His eyes open. They soften as he looks at my body, and his lips tilt into a sad smile.
