Sinking onto the stool beside me, he cups my face, thumb gently caressing my cheekbone. His forehead touches mine, leaving only a tiny gap between our mouths that holds so much more than a few millimetres of air. It’s potent with confessions we haven’t yet made.
I’m trapped with him, right here, on the edge of irreversible change.
“I hate that you did this,” he says.
“I know. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you. So many times, I wanted to. But I couldn’t do it.”
“Fuck,” he moans, the sound full of regret. “And all along, I’d already kissed you. Tasted you. Slid my fingers inside you and made you come.” He sighs out a few breaths, rolling his forehead against mine a touch. “I wanted all those things so much, and I’d already had them.”
“I wanted them too. I wanted themagain. I still want them.”
He groans, then his mouth is on mine, soft and almost tender. I melt into his arms, accepting this kiss for what it is: the culmination of the tension between us. Theusthat lives in this house. The dangerous version that isn’t just no-strings sex, but is something else entirely. Something frightening and all-consuming.
I could fall into this kiss and never get out. I could drown in it. Each hot glide of his tongue against mine offers another version of reality, one where I’mallowedto fall.Allowedto feel. I’ve never felt so consumed by someone else’s mouth, as though all that exists is his mouth and mine, and the darkness behind my closed eyelids. We move like one being, tasting and feeding and taking everything we’ve denied ourselves over the last weeks. I moan into his mouth, and he answers the call with a low rumble of his own.
I can’t do this. I don’t deserve it. He should have punished me for what I’ve done, just like he threatened to. Instead, he’s rewarding me with kisses.
I break away, my breath coming rapidly, chest heaving through the cotton of my top. The corners of his eyes crease with concern, the dark irises scanning all over my face.
“Diana…” He glances away, pulling in a few ragged breaths. “We shouldn’t.”
It sounds almost like a question, as if he’s giving me the final call.
“No.” I shake my head. “No.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “But yes.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle against my lips. “One time?”
Relief has my shoulders dropping. “To get it out of our systems?”
He nods. “Just sex. Is that easier to handle?”
I can’t work out what he means. Easier than what? But I don’t care, not right now, and the only words I can form are, “Yes.Yes.”
“Okay.”
The tenderness in his gaze vanishes as he slides his hand to the back of my neck, where he grips my hair, tugging so hard my head tilts back further. He lowers his mouth to the exposed expanse of my throat, the tip of his nose running over the skin, a shiver of potent need racing in its wake. “Do you know what I want tonight?” he asks.
“What?”
“I want to be thoroughly indecent in my own home.” He tugs on my hair again. “Do you know how often I’ve watched you in here? Wanted you? Wished I could carry you into my office and lock the door and…”
I gasp, my head spinning from how fast this situation is escalating. “And what?”
“And bend you over my desk, push up your skirt, and slide my fingers into your cunt. You’d be wet, wouldn’t you?”
Slickness gathers between my thighs at the words. “Mmm. Yes.”
“Mmm,” he echoes. “Just for me. Are you wet every day, living in my house, Diana?”
I take a few breaths before answering, even though I’m pretty sure he knows the answer. “Yes. Every day, all the time,” I admit, and I don’t miss the satisfaction that dances over his face, fleeting and transient, but there nonetheless.
“I’d make you come like that, bent over and full of my fingers. Mindless and moaning on the desk.” A smirk tugs at one side of his gorgeous mouth when I let out a whimper. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
He kisses the side of my neck, trailing more right up to my earlobe, which he pulls into his mouth and sucks on, sending a flare of lust burning from that point, diving through my core and hollowing me out.
“And when you were so desperate for my cock you couldn’t think straight, I’d fuck you from behind. How does that sound?”