Page 20 of No Going Back

The desire in his eyes made her ache all over again. The man was pure sex, pure man, pure perfection.

“Move back on the table.”

Mira did as he asked, laying down and opening her legs. He climbed onto the table and moved over her, settling his body into the cradle of her hips.

Placing a hand on the back of his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss, trailing her other hand over his shoulders and his back. God, she could stroke him forever.

Reaching between them, Tyler positioned himself at her opening, then he braced himself on his hands to either side of her head. She stared up at him, holding his gaze as he pushed gently inside.

Holy shit, the pleasure was more than she could take. Tyler growled, nostrils flaring, muscles tightening. She’d never seen anything — anyone — so beautiful in her life. He pulled back and pushed in again, filling her completely, deep and thick. Her walls clamped around him.

“Fuck, Mira, you’re so tight and wet.”

His thrusts got faster, and she rocked her hips to meet each one, urging him deeper.

“God, Tyler, I’m going to come again.”

A low groan rumbled from deep in his throat. She gripped his shoulders, hanging on tight, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving in rhythm with him, she arched her back off the table when another orgasm tore through her body. She squeezed him tight, not wanting the sensation to end. He tensed, then cursed as the warmth of him flowed inside her.

They stayed molded together in silence while they both got their breath back. Neither was eager to move. Mira finally relaxed her grip on him and kissed him tenderly.

“That was....” She exhaled a breath, not finishing the sentence.

Tyler smiled, those adorable dimples coming to life. “That was...incredible.”

He rolled to his side, taking her with him, and held her tight in his arms. Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. She buried her head in his chest so he wouldn’t see.

Damn. There was no point pretending. This wasn’t a casual thing for her. She really cared for him, was falling in love with him. She had initiated this, promising him it was a one-off. Who was she kidding? Damn, everything had changed. She wanted strings, she wanted more. Walking away now was going to break her heart.

You should have listened to that warning voice in the first place.

Blinking back her tears, she regained her composure and eased away from him. Immediately, she missed the warmth of his body.

“We should probably get going. We both need to sleep before tomorrow.” Slipping off the table, she grabbed her clothes. Tyler sat up and reached for her hand.

“Hey. You OK?”

“Yes. I’m fine,” she lied, pulling her hand away, getting dressed.

“Babe, talk to me.”

She stopped and turned to face him, putting on a smile. “Ty, I’m good. More than good. Really. It’s late and Raven could get a call at any time, that’s all. And we should probably clean this table before we leave.”

“I’ll take care of that. Do you need a ride home.?” He stood, getting dressed.

“No. I have my car and you need to stay here.”

Both fully clothed, she smiled awkwardly at him, unsure what to say. Tyler pulled her into his arms. “Please tell me you don’t regret it.”

“I don’t.” She wasn’t lying. How could she regret it? It had been perfect. Too perfect.

“Good. Neither do I. Come on, I’ll walk you out to your car.”

In silence, they walked together to the parking lot. Tyler opened her car door for her. Before she could climb inside, he kissed her. Slow, tender. Loving. It took all her willpower not to lose it and burst into tears. Jesus, he had turned her into an emotional wreck. She pulled away, placing a hand on his chest.

“I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You will.” Tyler closed the door and Mira quickly started the engine and drove away. Once on the road, she let the hot tears roll down her cheeks.

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