“How long do you have?” she asked, running her perfectly manicured fingers over my chest.
“An hour tops.” This was the selfish part of me taking over. It knew I should head over to the park and join the others looking for the blueprints but it was more concerned with her.
That selfish part of me saw her with equal importance to everything else. It also knew there was no way I’d just come to her place to look in on her and not touch her the way I wanted.
“Do you want to go upstairs with me?” she asked. When she tilted her head to the side, her platinum hair drifted over her delicate shoulders giving me a good eyeful of the swell of her breasts pressing against her camisole top.
“Yes,” I replied. That was the only answer. Yes.
As if I could say anything else besides a yes.
She put out her hand to take mine and I took it allowing the beauty to lead me upstairs to her room.
She locked the door and made sure she put the latch on to avoid our previous mistake.
As the door snapped shut it was as if we’d stepped into that bubble again.
The bubble had been created and nothing else mattered.
She pressed her hand against my chest and smiled, ushering me toward her bed, where I sat.
I loved how confident she was with herself, her body, with me.
Not shy at all and completely in control. She knew her beauty and the effect she had. When she chose to, she didn’t hold back. This was one of those times.
She reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, unveiling her gorgeous breasts. They bobbled as she moved and I took the moment to look at her. Her breasts full and round were ripe, the pink tips already hard and pointed, pleading to be sucked.
Deciding I wouldn’t keep her waiting, I took hold of her tiny waist and pulled her to me.
A hum of pure satisfaction fell from her lips when I closed my mouth over her left nipple and sucked hard. Sucking like I could taste her and enjoying the feel of her soft flesh in my mouth.
I sucked harder, loving that she allowed me to do this to her. Loving that she would allow me to do whatever I wanted to her, completely yielding to my will, giving me control over her body.
Her body that was forbidden to me.
She moaned into each suckle and pressed into me when I started alternating between each breast so I could give her the pleasure I knew she wanted.
I wanted to take her from behind tonight, that was what I wanted.
Her with her perfect ass up, her gorgeous tits bouncing while I pounded into her.
It was the perfect vision. Perfect image in my head to make me take her.
I stripped the rest of her clothes off and set her down naked on the bed.
She watched me with that seductive smile of hers while I shrugged out of my clothes. The need in her eyes clung to mine.
I took hold of her again, setting her on her hands and knees while I positioned myself behind her. Sliding my fingers into her pretty pussy I smiled at how ready she was for me and couldn’t resist a taste. Just one little taste. One taste of her sweet nectar to remember.
I lowered and ran my hand down the curve of her back, right down to her hot, wet passage and bent my head low to lick at the hard nub of her clit. She gasped out loud encouraging me to lick harder and suck.
The tortured moan that echoed from her lips hardened my cock and I almost climaxed right there from the sound.
For fear of embarrassing myself in that way I stopped tasting her delicious nectar and grabbed her hips with one hand, then guided the fat head of my cock to her entrance with the other.
Teasing the folds of her pussy lips open, I slid into her with one thrust that made us both cry out. She was always so deliciously tight around me, like a vice of pleasure clamping around my shaft.
Fucking hell, it made me lose control. I lost it and my body took over, pumping into her and pounding as I fucked her the way the inner beast wanted me to.
God damn, I wasn’t going to last.
I’d wanted her too much.
The days of trying to forget her had gotten to me and made me lose it, lose control, lose my mind, lose my grasp on reality.
Reckless… that was what it was. But damn, was it ever a feeling to savor. A release that I wanted badly. As badly as I’d wanted her. Within seconds we were both moaning and groaning as our bodies slapped together in the relentless lock of our greedy indulgence and the tension tightened painfully deep in my balls. It coiled then rose without warning. Ferocious in nature. It made me jack hammer into her, rutting into her with primal need and I blew into her like a hurricane. I gripped on to her hips harder than I should have and she winced. Then we both collapsed against the soft pillow before her and I pulled her into my arms.
She moaned and shuffled around to face me, running her fingers over my chest.
We’d kept on making the same mistake over and over again, even when she knew who I was, and I knew the consequences of being with her. It was madness. Complete madness. Madness neither of us could say no to.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to say goodbye to you.” She spoke against the drumming of my heart. It pounded in my ears and was almost deafening, but I heard her, her gentle voice against my chest.
I looked down at her and stroked her hair.
“Don’t think about it,” I told her. “I’m… sorry.”
I needed to say that. It was something in the mix of things that had happened over the last few days.
She lifted her head and gazed at me.
“What for?”
“Everything. All of it. I wish I could have met you under different circumstances. I wish I could save you from going to Europe with Armand like I said I would.”
She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll remember this and I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me. I think whatever job you’re here to do is more important than us.”
Not to my heart.
She smiled wider. “In my head, in my oh so brilliant imagination, it’s you who takes me to Europe. We go to Paris first and stay there, getting lost in each other.”
Paris…
It was a nice thought. She was the second woman I’d wanted to take there. I’d gone one time with the plan to return.
It wasn’t meant to be though. Just like me and Jia.
Not meant to be.
I could be selfish all I wanted but the truth was, it was better for her to get as far away as possible.
She shouldn’t be with Armand, but she couldn’t be with me either.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jia
Anya had talked nonstop since we sat down at Bailey’s Diner.
It was our second favorite place to go to.
They did the best milkshakes and served up the most fattening fries and triple burgers.
We’d discovered how great the place was in our teens.
Great food, but also a great place to escape because it was on the not so busy side of town and didn’t get all the action the other diners saw.
It was also a great place to talk without being seen by too many people.
Frankie was watching me today and allowed me some breathing space.
That was what he’d called it and I was grateful.
It gave me a chance to have a much needed catch up session with Anya for a talk I was hoping not to have.
My best friend seemed to be on a roll of chatter and I was happy for her. She was talking about a guy who was a hundred times better than Marc her cheating ex.