Page 27 of Forget Me Not

I break the kiss to breathe, but he doesn’t stop, his fingers tightening in my hair and tugging my head to the side so he can nip my neck where it meets my jaw with a rough growl.

I’ve never been consumed by a man. I’ve never been able to stay out of my own head during sex, but right now, it feels like I’m walking that thin line between reality and fantasy and my head is swimming.

There’s a fire burning in my core and the need to quench it overpowers anything my head could say right now. I inch closer, practically begging this stranger to put it out, as if my morals took a leap off the cliff.

He sucks at the flesh on my neck, marring the skin, and I gasp as a new wave of warmth floods through me. I have no idea if it’s possible to come from just a kiss, but I am more than willing to find out right now.

When I roll my hips, Reid positions himself so his knee is resting between my thighs, pressing against my sex, and though we’re separated by two layers of denim, the friction makes me moan out loud, like a feral animal.

I’ve never made a noise like that in my life.

I should be embarrassed. I have no idea if I could be heard by anyone in town, but I don’t care. Especially not when Reid’s fingers at my hip tighten even more and he rolls me over his thigh. My eyes shutter closed and a gasp leaves my lips when he repeats the motion over and over until I’m rolling my hips with him.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his hand in my hair tightening until I’m sure he’s going to rip a few strands out. I grit my teeth at the pain from my scalp, but still, I roll my hips against him, seeking the fire he’s stirring inside me like salvation.

My fingers slip down the back of his shirt, over the hard muscles to rake across the bare flesh there. Mark him as he’s marking me and he hisses through his teeth, pushing me back completely against the house and rolling his hips with me.

It’s erotic. Sexual. Too charged to be normal.

“Keep riding me,” he orders, voice gruff. Demanding. “Make yourself come.”

The heat in my body reaches a fever pitch where I’m sure I’ll either die or come. Whichever comes first. He continues to roll me against him, stroking a fire in the deepest recesses of myself until a sudden, blinding light takes over and I have to chase it.

The moan that leaves my lips when I come is something I’m not sure I’ll ever match again. Blinding, white hot light shoots behind my eyes and fills my entire body with a thousand tiny zaps, rendering me a shaking mess and clinging to Reid like he’s a life preserver in the vast Atlantic.

I’m panting and shivering when the high slowly starts to wear off and Reid is kissing my neck, everywhere and everywhere in a hurry, as if he can’t wait to devour me whole.

“Fuck, you looked so pretty riding me.”

A tremor rolls through me, and I pull back to look at him. I want to take him to my bed. In the living room. I would settle for right here, so long as he doesn’t stop touching me.

Then, Toast barks from inside the house and the thoughts start to trickle in. Like sick, poisonous toxic waste leaking into the ocean.

A weight falls on my shoulders and alarm bells ring, blaring sirens and bright flashing arrows, pointing at me as if to say look at this adulterous whore.

My chest grows tight, nearly suffocating me, and Reid must notice something is wrong because he stills save for his heavy breathing, pulling back and meeting my gaze with a dark look.

“Nova.”

The ring upstairs hidden in my underwear drawer calls to me like a ghost or a possessed toy. A siren.

When it calls, I go because it’s better than feeling the crushing weight of it’s reappearance later.

My eyes burn, slick with tears and anxiety swells in my stomach.

I’m crumbling.

I want to kiss Reid. I want to live. I want to outrun these demons chasing me.

I just can’t.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I turn in Reid’s arms and unlock my door. “I’m sorry. Goodnight, Reid.”

Closing the door, I leave him standing outside it, watching me with a look that’s both confused and riddled with dark understanding even I can’t quite make sense of.

I sink to the floor, just inside the door, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of the first orgasm a man has given me in nearly four years and listen to the sounds of Reid’s footsteps as they fade away.

I want to chase him, but doing so is betraying everything I already promised.

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