But she stayed where she was. She let me hold her.
“If this is the last time you let me close, I’ll take it. If you never touch me again, I’ll still try to be someone you can trust. Someone worthy of you. Even if youhate me—”
“I do hate you.” But her voice cracked with the lie. “I won’t forgive you. Ever. But…” Her eyes flickered over my face, and she breathed in. “But you can help me forget.”
She parted her legs so slightly.
“Let me earn that forgiveness,” I begged and brushed back her hair. “It doesn’t have to be sex.”
Something flashed in her eyes as she swallowed. I refused to think it could be fear.
She shook her head. “That’s all we’ve ever had, Zoltán.”
No.She was lying again. She had to be. There was something more here. There waseverythinghere.
But her legs parted, and she rubbed her feet together.
“You’re wrong,” I said against her neck before kissing her there, my fingers finding home between her legs, going back to the motions of earlier without any thought.
Her breath caught, furious and wrecked. “You don’t deserve this.”
“I know,” I whispered, slipping my fingers into her. She jerked with a gasp. “But I need it. Needyou.”
She moaned, like the sound had been ripped from her throat. “You don’t get to make me feel good right now.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel good,”I said against her jaw, before running kisses along the edge of her stunning face. “I’m trying to make it up to you.”
And I buried my face between her thighs.
She cursed—one hand grabbing the headboard, the other fisting the sheets. Her hips jerked as I sucked her clit, slow and deep, the way she’d loved that night.
Even when she hated me, her body was mine. I could feel it in the way she trembled, the way she tried not to moan—triedand failed.
“You’re such a dickhead,” she gasped.
I grinned against her. “Your dickhead.”
And I got back to my feast. She cried out, heels digging into the mattress, her hands in my hair as if she was worried I would come up for air and leave her wanton.
Not until she’d come.
I pressed my fingers back inside of her, watching the sudden rise of her chest with her deep breath. She’d got into bed naked.For me.
She was crying out.For me.
She had left the door unlocked.For me.
And she’d come for me. She would forgive me.
Fingers fucking, tongue flicking, mouth sucking, she broke easily. I held her down by her hips, forcing her to take it, trying to get her orgasm to last so long she’d realise we were together.
When I looked up as her breath calmed, her glare could’ve split me in two. But she didn’t tell me to stop. Instead, she snapped, “Condom.”
My heart punched my ribs.
I moved. I grabbed one from the bedside drawer and rolled it on with shaking hands. When I turned, she was on her knees, facing the headboard.
I’d wanted to fuck her, bodies pressed together, full of long kisses. Like my dream.
