He groaned and backed up, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down and off along with his boxers. She fumbled with her own jeans until he pushed her hands aside impatiently and ripped them down her legs and off. He boosted her up and she wrapped both legs around him.
He carried her to the nearest table, set her down on it, his lips never leaving hers. “Now,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
He shook his head, smiled, and stripped off her panties. Pushing her legs apart, he kissed her, where she ached for him. Slipped a finger inside her, then another, all the while continuing to drive her higher with his mouth, his lips, his tongue. When she was on the edge of an explosion, she grabbed for him and panted, “Now.”
But he didn’t stop. Not until he’d sent her spiraling and shattering into a thousand pieces. Before the waves of intense pleasure died away, he entered her with a hard thrust. He kept it up, driving in and out of her in an ever-increasing rhythm. He said her name as he emptied himself into her and she cried out his name.
They stayed linked together until her breathing settled down. He moved away from her and started gathering clothes, tossing her bra and shirt to her, then stepping into his jeans and yanking them up over his hips. He held out a hand to help her off the table. They dressed in silence.
“This doesn’t change anything.” But God, she wished it did.
“Meaning what?”
“I can’t be with you.”
Dressed now, he sat on the edge of the table. The same table they’d just made love on. “You said you loved me. I love you. There’s nothing to keep us apart except your refusal to even try to stay together. What happened with Ricky isn’t going to happen again.”
“Maybe not that, but something will. And I can’t go through it again, Trevor.”
