Our heavy breathing fills the silence, and there’s a plethora of raw emotions lingering between us. I’m waiting for her to tell me what to do—back off, leave, stay—and I’ll do whatever she asks.
“What do you want, Gemma?” I’m trying to read her, but it’s impossible.
“Kiss me.” Her words are so soft that I’m positive I misheard her. When I don’t move, she pulls back slightly allowing our gazes to lock. “I want to remember. Remind me?” she pleads.
How can I tell her no? How do I deny the woman I’m still in love with? I can’t.
I slide one hand around the base of her neck and cup her face with the other. We’re so close. Our lips aren’t touching, but I can feel her ragged breathing against my skin.
“Are you sure?”
She gently nods, and before either of us can change our minds, I claim her lips, crashing our mouths together in a hot, needy kiss. My tongue swipes inside, the heat of her breath hitting me with full force. Gemma clings to me, grabbing my shirt and sliding her fingers underneath. Her nails claw down my back, and I gasp out a growl.
“Fuck,” I hiss, lowering my hands down her body until I cup her ass. Her arms loop around my neck, and I lift her body until her legs wrap around me. As our tongues dance together, we quickly lose control. We’re on the front lines, fighting this war of desire, both surrendering and wanting more.
Walking with Gemma in my arms, I manage to find her loveseat, and we sit. She straddles my lap, and as her back arches, Gemma grinds her hips against me. The fire burning between us is so hot, neither of us can stop to put it out.
“Goddamn, baby,” I mutter, moving inside her shirt and cupping her breast.
Pulling back slightly, she grabs the hem of her blouse, then removes it. Without a word, I do the same. Gemma’s beautiful, there’s no doubt about that, but when she’s this ravenous, she’s fucking breathtaking.
I undo her bra in one swift motion, which leaves her gasping. Haven’t done that in years, but apparently, I haven’t forgotten. My cock is so hard in my jeans that it’s becoming painful, and with Gemma rocking against me, it’s not making it any easier.
“Touch me,” she begs.
I move my lips to her neck as my fingers pinch her nipple. I gently suck as her eyes roll in the back of her head. Gemma arches her back as she moans and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Christ,” I growl, then drag my tongue along her collarbone. “Your skin’s so soft, baby. I still remember the way you taste.”
“Mmm…” she hums with a smile as she fights with my zipper but loses.
I smirk and pull her skirt above her waist. “I bet if I rubbed between your legs, you’d be wet for me right now. Am I right?” Sliding my palm up her thigh, I rub over her panties and feel her arousal. “Fuck, I am.”
Gemma’s so goddamn responsive, it makes me wonder if her fiancé knows how to give the pleasure she damn well deserves. He probably has to take a boner pill just to get hard, or maybe she has to murmur dollar figures to turn him on. Considering he’d rather be at a business meeting than comforting his woman, my guess is he doesn’t do shit when it comes to satisfying her.
Once I slide her panties to the side, I brush over her pussy, and she immediately coats my finger. Though my dick is fucking aching to be inside her, I’m not going to rush this, even though it’s torture.
“Don’t tease me…” she says with a small chuckle, moving against my touch.
Jesus, she needs it bad.
I push two fingers inside, and she gasps, throwing her head back as she grinds harder against me. Keeping my other hand steady on her hip, I hold her tightly as she rocks up and down.
“Yes, just like that, baby. Take what you need from me.”
Gemma squeezes my shoulders and presses her mouth to mine in a desperate kiss. It feels incredible to taste her again and feel her unraveling around me. It’s been years, but I haven’t forgotten how amazing things were between us.
Sliding her tongue between my lips, she moans when I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb. At this rate, it won’t be long before she falls over the edge. She pants and moans as I finger fuck her.
“Oh my God,” she breathes out, melting against me. Her head falls back again, and I slide my teeth across her bare throat. I suck on her soft skin as I increase the pressure on her clit.
“Your cunt is so perfect, Gemma. Goddamn, I’ve missed this,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “Come on my fingers, baby. I know you’re close.”
I pinch her nipple as I nibble on the shell of her ear, and seconds later, her pussy tightens, and she screams out with satisfaction. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides out her release, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Once her body relaxes against me, I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste them.
“Mmm…so fucking delicious.” I smirk, licking my lips. “I’ve missed that.”
Gemma’s head snaps to mine as her green eyes widen in horror. For a moment, I think she sees something behind me, but then I notice panic and realization in them.
“Oh, shit. Oh my God. Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters as she fights to push off me and lowers her skirt when she stands. She grabs her shirt off the floor and pulls it on, her breathing rapid and harsh.
I’m so thrown off by her reaction that I’m not sure what to do besides wait for her to toss me out or explain. “Gemma…” I say gently, trying to adjust my hard-on so I can stand.
Her hand covers her mouth as she stares at me in shock, shaking her head before speaking. “I-I’m so sorry…I can’t, we can’t…I wasn’t thinking clearly. That shouldn’t have happened.”
Well, that’s like a nice cold bucket of ice water to the face. Though I can’t say I regret it. Fuck Robert and his perfect fiancé façade. If he loved her the way he claims, he’d be here right now instead of me. He would’ve dropped everything to make sure his woman was safe.
“Gemma, please stop freaking out…” I finally get to my feet, and she steps away, putting space between us.
“You have to go. Please, go.” She walks over to her kitchen island. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let it go that far.”
“You asked me to kiss you…” I remind her.
“I know, and I shouldn’t have.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
She swallows hard and licks her lips, the ones I just kissed. Gemma is having a complete meltdown, and all I want to do is pull her into my arms and comfort her, but I don’t. I keep my feet planted.
“What just happened was wrong, Tyler.”
I want to ask her why it felt so right then. But instead, I shrug, not buying her words. I see through them. While she wants to do the right thing, even she knows deep inside that being with him is wrong. All the red flags are proof. How can she not see what we have, could have, would be the real thing?
“Well, I call bullshit.”
“What?”
“I said, I call bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked me to kiss you. You think you love him, but you still have feelings for me.”
“Tyler, please. Don’t.”