Page 141 of Forget Me Not

The moment I’m pulling her back to me, aligning my cock at her entrance, all I can think is: This is going to hurt.

And I know I’m not talking about the sex.

I thrust inside her, bottoming out with a harsh grunt. I swallow her moan with my lips, slipping my tongue in her mouth hungrily.

“Reid, I don’t think I can come again,” she pants, desperately clinging on as I power into her from above. My hips meet hers and the sounds of our skin meeting fill the room like music.

“I know you can.”

Her mouth clamps shut and her eyes roll back at my words. I want to show her exactly what I’m feeling, even if I can’t decipher it myself. Even if it won’t matter in three days.

Even if I never see her again.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

I’m not sure why I’m asking, but some deep, primal part of me needs to hear it.

She’s so busy holding me as tight as she can, moaning and writhing underneath me, that she doesn’t register what I said, so I repeat it.

“Who’s pussy is this, Nova?”

“Yours,” she breathes, her eyes widening as if she can’t believe her own admission.

“Good girl.” I run my lips over her jaw, along the column of her neck then up to her ear, nipping at the lobe. She gasps, tight cunt clenching around my cock to the point of madness. I know she’ll be sore and aching tomorrow, but part of me wants it. I want to leave my imprint on her, I want my scent on her skin.

Her moans spur me to move faster, pushing into her deep. She comes again, gripping my hand on her hip and intertwining her fingers with mine. For some reason, this seems more intimate than me buried balls-deep inside her, but I don’t let go.

There’s a line being crossed, but I’m powerless to stop it.

I come, damn near losing my existence before I collapse, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My chest is pounding, but part of me knows it’s not entirely from the mind-numbing sex we just had.

This feeling . . . it’s strange. I don’t know if I want to feel it again or never let go of it.

“Jesus,” Nova pants, reaching up to brush the wet hair from my forehead. “That was intense.”

That was intense, but unfortunately, it only makes me want more.

Too bad that was the start of our goodbye.

Before I even open my eyes, I know my body is sore.

Everything aches and I am hot. I blink against the morning sun and try to roll over onto my back, but I can’t. It’s then a strong arm tightens around my stomach and I realize, with some terror, that Reid and I fell asleep on the couch and now he’s wrapped around me, his arm banded around my front to hold me close to him.

No wonder I feel like I got run over by an eighteen-wheeler. Last night was . . . spectacular? Out of this world? Just dandy? Everything sounds childish and juvenile considering the noises I made the night before.

And now . . . I’m not sure where we stand. The line between Reid and I was always foggy. Now, I don’t even know where it is.

Carefully, I adjust so I can see him, his head on the throw pillow behind me and his hair a scruffy mess.

God, he’s handsome.

My chest burns when I think about how tomorrow, he’ll be gone. I’ll never see him again and this summer will just be a story I can tell when I’m old and gray, alone and tired.

Lonely.

Tears burn in my eyes, but I force them back down.

I won’t be lonely. I’ll have family. Friends. Maybe I’ll find a nice accountant or something to settle down with and he can help me figure out the books at the inn.

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