Sweet. So fucking sweet.
Sliding my hands beneath her ass, I lifted her to my mouth. She shuddered in my hold, arching her back, grinding against my tongue even though I wanted to take it slow. I pushed my hips into the bed, fucking the mattress, the taste and feel of her so much more than I ever imagined. Ailee was such a woman. Earthy and real and passionate.
And she drove me fucking crazy.
With a moan, I explored her as she had me, finding and teasing the little hard nub before I gave her what she wanted. Her entire body tensed. Her moans as raw and lyrical as the music we’d danced to. Then she exploded around me in a great crescendo. I held her to my mouth, refusing to let her go as I helped her ride out her orgasm.
When she was nothing but a boneless mess on the bed, I rose over her and pressed the tip of my cock against her as I searched for that fucking condom. “Ailee?”
Her eyes opened, and her hands found my hips. She pulled me forward. “Yes, Tyler. Fuck me. Please.”
With a groan, I ripped the package open with my teeth and rolled it on one-handed, then slid inside her, feeling her body squeeze me tight. She was so wet, cradling my hips like she was fucking made for me. “Oh God. Ailee…”
Suddenly, my head erupted into chaos. Voices filled the space, some shouting, some not. I froze, my head falling forward over her shoulder, as my hands slammed into my temples.
Not. NOW!The demand exploded through my head.
“Tyler?” She tried to lift my head up so she could see my face.
The voices were gone. But I was shaken.
What the FUCK was that?
I pulled out of her and sat up on the side of the bed. I was trembling uncontrollably. I was fucking scared.
Was I going crazy? What the hell was the matter with me?
“Tyler? Please. Talk to me. What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
I wanted to reassure her. But I was too caught up in my own head. I felt around in there, scared shitless at what I might find.
But all was quiet.
Gradually, the room around me came back into focus. And I felt Ailee’s hand on my back. I dropped my head into my hands. What the hell had just happened? And how was I supposed to explain without scaring her?
The air felt hot as the walls closed in on me. I couldn’t breathe. I had to get the hell out of there.
Jumping up from the bed, I took off my only condom and started pulling on my clothes.
“Where are you going?”
I paused. What the fuck was I doing? She deserved better than this. But I had to get out of there. I was scared. Scared of what had just happened. Scared I would black out again. Scared I would hurt her or something else equally fucked up.
I turned to her with my pants undone and my shirt halfway on and took her face in my hands. “Ailee, you did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Nothing. You are…you’re fucking perfect. Don’t ever doubt that. I just…” What? “I’m sorry. Something’s going on with me. With my head. And I need to go.” I kissed her hard and pulled my shirt the rest of the way on as I found my shoes.
She scrambled off the bed, searching for and finding her sweater. “What do you mean ‘something with your head’?’ Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? I can take you.”
Her concern pissed me off. I didn’t deserve it. I was being an asshole, running out like this. But I didn’t know how else to handle what was happening. I didn’t know what else would happen, and it terrified the hell out of me. I didn’t want her anywhere around this shit. “No. I just have to go.” I paused at the bedroom door and took a long look at her.
She was sitting on the bed with her sweater on and her jeans in her hands, the white comforter a mess behind her. With her dark hair and white skin, she looked like a fairytale. “I’m so sorry.”
Turns out I was no fucking prince.
CHAPTER14
Ailee
Istood outside the apartment building in downtown Seattle. Butterflies jabbed their little antennae into the lining of my stomach, fluttering around in there trying to get out, and I almost lost my nerve and turned around.
