Page 122 of Mark my Words

“You know it’s not fucking anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time.” I pushed down my pants, climbing back toward her naked. She dragged her hand down my chest as I pulled at her panties, drawing them over her hips and down her legs, leaning forward to softly kiss her stomach as I reached behind her to release her bra straps. My fingers traced the exposed skin, my lips following and cupping one swell as I sucked at the other. She tugged at my hair as my other hand traced across her hip, my fingers teasing her before they settled against her throbbing clit.

“Fuck me anyway,” she moaned, pressing her hips into the movements of my fingers and grasping at the hair on the back of my head. “Don’t play with me. I’m tired of the games. Please. I need you inside me.”

Kissing my way up her chest, I softly captured her lips, settling between the cradle of her thighs, the head of me pressing against her.

“Sam,” she groaned as she pulled my hair, breaking the soft kiss. “I want it hard.”

“No,” I whispered, lining myself up and teasing her with the head of my cock. “Do we need anything?”

“No,” she gasped, and I pressed my thumb into her clit as I slipped inside her.

“God, you feel...” I moaned as I shifted my hips forward, slowly sliding into her body. It was just as intense as I’d remembered, the raw feel of her surrounding me.

My hands framed her face, watching her eyes drift closed as I set a slow rhythm inside her, rolling my hips into hers languidly. She wanted me to take her roughly, but I couldn’t. I needed her to feel every inch of me, to know that I hadn’t meant to hurt her.

She gasped against my lips, her eyes fluttering open as I tilted my hips, using my knees as leverage to drive into her. Her soft hazel eyes bored into mine, her lashes wet as I joined my body with hers unhurriedly, reveling in the intense feelings of being with her swelling in my chest.

“I...” I panted, my throat tight as I tried to find the words to tell her how I felt.

“No,” she shook her head, her fingers covering my lips as she thrust her hips into mine from the bed. “Just feel. Please don’t say anything,” she moaned, her back arching as she pushed against my shoulder.

I leaned back, grasping her hips tightly in my fingers as I settled on my knees, thrusting forward into her, watching her breasts shake as my thrusts increased in intensity.

“Oh, fuck, just like that,” she moaned as her head rolled to the side, her back arching as she pushed her hips into my movements. A soft pink flush spread across her fair skin, covering her neck as her moans increased.

I gripped her hips tightly, thrusting into her as her fingers grasped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as her moans rang out around us. My body tensed as I felt her clench against me, a loud cry slipping between her parted lips as she arched up, gasping through her climax.

Falling forward, I grasped her hip, pulling her legs tightly around me as I drove into her, claiming her mouth as I chased my release. She kissed me desperately as I stilled, moaning into her mouth as I came inside her.

My chest heaved as I pulled her against me, rolling onto my side and tightly holding her to my chest. She intertwined her legs with mine, her fingers digging into my shoulder blades as she burrowed into me.

There were so many things I wanted to say to her, words burning in the back of my throat. I held her instead, running my fingers through her soft hair and closing my eyes, content to fall asleep with her in my arms.

My fingers grasped cold, empty sheets when I awoke, and I saw no traces of Kristine from the bed other than the indentation in the pillow next to me. Her purse was no longer by the door, and her dress wasn’t on the floor with her heels anymore.

Squinting, I grabbed my glasses from the nightstand, focusing on the piece of hotel stationery that was tucked into the doorframe.

Getting up from the bed, I knew I would not like whatever she’d left on that note before she snuck out while I was asleep. I had a feeling I’d just been Dear John‘d.

Now I’ve screwed you like you screwed me. Good luck in Chicago.

My pulse pounded as I read the hastily scrawled words. I wasn’t even sure how to respond to that. She was still mad at me, but she’d been the one who showed up here last night and initiated everything. I knew having sex with her again wouldn’t magically solve our problems, but I thought she’d at least stick around so we could talk. Clearly, it was just about revenge for her or taking back the power. Whatever it was, the message was loud and clear. She didn’t want anything to do with me.

I almost balled up the paper and threw it to the floor, but then I saw TURN OVER printed neatly in the bottom corner.

Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I am angry with you, even after what we did last night. I couldn’t bear to say goodbye to you again. Not that the last time I saw you was much of a goodbye.

I miss you, Sam.

I wish things were different, but I don’t see any way past this. I would have given up this job for you. I hope you know that. I would have let it go if it meant you staying with me. I don’t know how we come back from this, so I snuck out and did the fucking walk of shame back to my room because I couldn’t let you go again without falling apart and begging you to come back.

I loved Love. I’m fairly sure I love you, Sam. But I screwed things up between us from the start, and for that, I’m sorry. I hope you have a good life in Chicago, closer to your family and everyone who means something to you. I wish I could take back every time I pushed you away, but sometimes things aren’t meant to be, no matter how much you want them to be.

That sounded like one of those cliché lines I tease Chase about, so I’m just going to stop writing now. I want you to be happy, so please just let this go. I only wanted to see you one last time. Now we can both move on.

All my love, Kristine

Shit.

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