She’s my new addiction.
Fuck.
Knowing me, I’m going to get myself into trouble.
The thing is, I’m pretty sure she’s worth it.
Chapter 8
Juliet
The sun is rising when my masked stranger walks me to my car and kisses me until I’m breathless and dizzy.
Can I even call him that? Is he a stranger when I’ve had him inside me no less than three times last night? The man’s refractory period is seriously impressive, but it wasn’t only about sex. It was the quiet moments where he held me in his arms. The easy conversation about everything and nothing. We didn’t talk about anything that would give away our identities, but there was never any awkwardness between us.
Everything just felt right.
Which is wrong.
I can’t be falling for a man I don’t know.
It was only supposed to be one night.
Itwasonly one night.
He made that perfectly clear from the start. He can’t give me more, and that’s fine. I’m not ready for more.
This was the perfect arrangementfor both of us.
Then why is neither of us making a move to leave?
I’m pressed back against my car, engulfed by his body heat as his tongue explores my mouth in slow, sure strokes. His large hands grip my hips, while mine rest on his chest; the steady cadence of his heart grounds me in a way I haven’t felt in too long.
The past six years have been intense and unstable. While I wouldn’t give Tinsley up for the world, the truth is I had to hit rock bottom before I could save myself and my little girl.
Tonight was a chance to prove to myself I’m not broken, but I’m starting to wonder… I’m falling for the first man to show me physical affection since my ex-husband. Am I crazy?
He kisses a trail along my jaw to the sensitive skin below my ear. “I need to know your name, pixie.”
I shiver from the warmth of his breath hitting my cool skin, and lightly press on his chest until he pulls back to look at me.
“We said this was only one night,” I say, searching his steel eyes. In this light, they’re more of a baby blue than grey.
He runs a hand through his dark hair, his tongue running over the seam of his kiss-swollen lips. “We did. It is. Maybe. I don’t know. Fuck.”
My stomach flutters at his nervous rambling, but I don’t let the hope take hold. I can’t. This isn’t just about me. I have to think of Tinsley, and she doesn’t need random men coming into her life just because her mum is thinking with her hormones and not her head.
Last night was amazing, but he’s only twenty-five.He’s too young to get involved with a single mum. Especially one with the emotional baggage I have.
I need to walk away before this gets more complicated.
Looping my arm around his neck, I pull him in for a final kiss, then without another word, I unlock my car and climb in, closing the door. He doesn’t move as I back out of the park and drive away, trying desperately not to look back.
I’m doing the right thing. Last night was a fun time with a sexy younger man and nothing more. It was something I can laugh about with my girlfriends and dream about when I’m lonely.
A groan slips from my throat, and I push my mask off my face. What was I thinking spending the night with him? I was supposed to go to the club, be disappointed he wasn’t there, and leave. I wasn’t supposed to spend the night having incredible, mind-blowing sex and falling for the guy.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
