Page 40 of Escape You

We were married, and she still couldn’t tell me about our baby. I strode out to the terrace and poured myself a drink. Mia wasn’t leaving this room without telling me the truth. I knocked the bourbon back, then turned to face her. Her cheeks were pink in anticipation. When I closed the space between us, her eyes opened wide, full of determination

“I always use protection during sex. Not once have I been lax on that rule, not even with you. I get a full physical once a year. For all intents and purposes, I’m what Rossi would consider a healthy specimen.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

I slid my thumb over the apple of her cheek. The desire I’d felt since the day we met overwhelmed me. My cock steeled at the thought of being inside her again. “I’m not going to use a condom.”

She took two steps back, and I shuffled forward, my gaze on her. What was she thinking? “Are you going to force yourself on me? Is that what you like? How you get off?”

I finished working the studs on my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. “Why do you ask? You know exactly what I like and what gets me off.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. I reached behind me and pulled my undershirt off.

Come on, Mia. Tell me we don’t need to do this because you’re already pregnant.

Her gaze on my body warmed me to the core. Jesus, I wanted her now. My hunger for her burned through me as she stood there, ogling me. “You remember that night, don’t you? How good it was?”

“That was someone else.” Her voice was hoarse, a small whisper, as if she didn’t believe her own words.

“I’m the same person.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, cocking my head to meet her eyes. “I promise you. I’m still that guy.”

My breath came out in puffs, same as hers. She glanced down at her dress, running a hand up the side where the hidden zipper was. If she took off her wedding gown, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Why the hesitation? She had the ability to stop this farce. Instead, she said nothing. Her fingers gripped the seams as if she were actually considering getting naked in my room.

“You want this, don’t you?” I buried my nose in her hair and took in her scent. “You want me. Say it. At least, give me that much.”

“God, you’re the worst one-night stand in all the history of one-night stands.” She cupped my face, and her body rubbed against my chest, my throbbing cock, and my thighs.

This was us. This was how we fit together. The small gesture of surrender infused me and the entire goddamn room with a raw charge. This buzz inside me that hadn’t let up since I met her grew hotter.

“Why did you agree to my terms? Why, if you knew you wouldn’t keep your promise?” She asked.

“I agreed because I hadn’t kissed you yet. I would’ve said anything to have you that night. How was I supposed to know?” I whispered on her lips.

Her warm breath knocked me off my center, just as she’d done at the bar. “Damn you.”

If her tone was a warning or a plea, I didn’t know. She pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues collided in a kind of dance, a desperate and chaotic dance. She reached for her side, fumbling with the zipper. My hand caught the back of the dress. When I pulled on it, the stitching came undone and created a gap for Mia to shimmy herself out of it.

“I’m sorry.” I laughed.

“Don’t be.” She toed the pool of white silk to the side and walked into my arms again.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about being with you again? Jesus, Mia, I thought I’d go insane if I couldn’t be inside you one more time.” I sucked hard on the curve of her neck. She rewarded me with a raspy moan and a string of commands to get undressed.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants and boxer briefs. When I glanced up, she stood nude in the middle of the room, with the halo of the New York city lights behind her. She was a vision, surreal. I stalked over to her and cradled her face with both hands, pressing my forehead to hers. “I think I would’ve died if I’d had to wait one more day to touch you.”

“I know the feeling.”

I grabbed a handful of her breast and pinched her nipple before soothing it with my tongue and a gentle drawing motion. After a few beats, I moved on to her other mound. Her tits were fucking perfection.

“Yeah, that.” Her legs tangled with mine as she turned and waltzed me back toward the bed.

I let myself fall all the way down on the soft mattress covered in red petals. I gripped her waist as her ass landed softly on my erection.

“I swear you have the dick of a demigod.” She lifted her butt and sheathed me.

Taking a fistful of her hair, I brought her mouth back to mine. She rode me hard while I tasted all of her. My hands roamed the smooth skin on her thighs, her hips, and her defined waist. Mia was everything I remembered and then some. Like before, our erratic thrusts quickly found their rhythm. She moved, and I followed as if I could guess her every turn. Her body and everything about her just made sense to me.

She leaned back, bracing her hands on my thighs. Her legs tightened around mine while her hips kept up the pace. “How do you do this to me?”

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