Avery whimpers, tipping her head back to rest on my shoulder while I look down at her. “I still do.” She hesitates, a blush growing across her chest and cheeks. “Feel you, that is.”
My dick throbs at her admission, and I squeeze her against me a little tighter. I need her now, but I know I shouldn’t. We should go our separate ways and pretend this never happened.
“Gray?” Her voice is small and tentative, like she’s afraid I’m going to reject her.
I stare up at the beams above us, praying for the strength to walk away even as my hands roam over her body. In all my years on this planet, I have never claimed to be a strong man. In fact, I’m weak, especially when it comes to the five-foot-something woman in my arms.
“Ave, this is your last chance, because I won’t be able to control myself. All of this anger I’ve been carrying will come out the second I’m inside you, and I won’t be gentle.” I move my hand over her stomach and under the hem of her dress. Her panties are damp, and she moans as I cup her pussy, squeezing it lightly.
My voice rumbles in my chest, foreign to my own ears. “The second my cock is covered in you, I’m going to let go, and there will be no reigning me back in. You have to understand that.”
“Then take it out on me, Gray. I can handle it. I want it. I need it. Please,” she pleads, surety filling her gaze as she looks at me over her shoulder.
I don’t want this to be a mistake, but when Avery presses her body back into mine, like all those years apart never happened, I lose myself to her. Again.
Without a second thought, I twist her hair around one fist, forcing her head to the side as my mouth descends on hers. I use my free hand to undo my buckle and whip my belt through the loops on my jeans before dropping it to the floor.
Avery turns, wrapping her arms around my neck, her urgency matching my own if not a little harder. Releasing her hair, I dive under her dress, gripping one side of her panties and ripping them from her body. She breaks the kiss, the snag of the fabric getting lost in her gasp.
I drive two fingers into her tight channel, my eyes locked on her face, watching the shock that morphs into arousal. She’s already wet and ready for me. I knew that she would be. I move inside of her, dusting my thumb over her clit. Just enough to bring her to the edge, but not enough to push her over it.
“Talk to me,” I demand.
Avery moans, her chest heaving as she struggles to formulate a response. “I… I… It’s so good, Gray. Please don’t stop.”
At her plea, I pull my fingers from her and move back, putting some space between us. Her juices cover my fingers, and I hold them up, fascinated by how they glisten in the sunlight peeking through the cracks of the building.
If this is the only time we have sex again, I want to see if she tastes any different from how I remember. Slowly, I slide both fingers between my lips and lick them clean. I moan, a cocktail of relief and annoyance swirling inside of me. She tastes even better than I remember.
When my fingers are clean and the taste of her lingers on my tongue, I finally allow what little self-control I was holding on to to snap.
I curl my hand around the back of Avery’s neck, tugging her toward me in one swift motion. She lands against my chest with a thud, her hazy, arousal-filled eyes staring up at me.
Without breaking eye contact, I move her until her back presses against the wall behind her. She rests her hands on my hips as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
I unbutton my jeans and pull my cock free from its confines. Avery’s eyes drop to where my palm is stroking the hard shaft. I want to tell her to get on her knees and show me how sorry she is for all the hurt she caused us both. But instead, I turn her away from me, certain that I’ll fall under her spell and make this into something it isn’t if I look at her while we do this.
As if she knows what I need, she bends at the waist slightly, and I lift the hem of her dress, the globes of her ass cheeks begging for my hands.
I’m powerless to resist.
My hand connects with her fair skin, leaving behind a red mark as she muffles her cries in the crook of her arm.
I’m vaguely aware that we could be disturbed at any minute, and so, without hesitation, I line my cock up with her entrance, before remembering contraception. Blowing out a breath, I shake my head to clear the fog.
How could I be so stupid?
It would be just my luck to get my ex-girlfriend pregnant and for her to up and leave town again. I dig around in my pocket for my wallet, acutely aware of Avery’s gaze on me as I take out a condom, rip open the package, and slide it over my length.
There’s something that looks like hurt shining in her gaze, but I don’t have time to interpret it fully before my mind goes blank as I enter her.
Sliding into her feels like coming home.
For a second, I forget why I was angry. Her breath catches as her body stretches to accommodate me, like it was waiting for this moment.
Like she never left.
And maybe that’s the real problem.
