His arms gather me, pulling me into his lap. The skirt of the gown rides up as my knees falls on either side of his thighs. My hands are tangled in his dark hair while his move over my body with fevered urgency.
When he thrusts upwards against my pussy, my insides clench violently and a loud moan slips from my lips. My heart soars. Yes! This is it. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. It hurts not being able to breathe but I smile internally. Because it would hurt even more if he stopped.
The ache between my thighs increases tenfold. It becomes absolutely unbearable. I want him inside me. Sheer shock grabs me by the throat at the thought. I always desired Damian. His kisses always left me wanting for more, dreaming formore. But this… urgency in me is new. The blood in my veins is so hot with desire, I’m scared it will burn me alive.
I rock against him, moaning, urging him to do that again but everything comes to a halt. One minute we are writhing against each other and the next he is drawing back with a ragged sigh.
I open my haze-filled eyes, heartbeat thumping and heat pulsing between my thighs. “Damian?” I whisper-pant. His mouth tightens. To my dismay, he lifts me from his lap and gently places me back to the seat.
“We’re here,” he says calmly while I can barely breathe, let alone speak. I peer out of the window and realize we are parked in front of my apartment building.
My gaze darts to his face, searching for any hint of what he’s feeling, but his expression is unreadable, his features schooled into that familiar mask of control.
I blink several times as I fight to rein back the tears threatening me, cut to the bone at his rejection. A wave of hurt washes over me. It’s not the first time he’s pulled away like this. But after the night I’ve had, his rejection has left me feeling even more worthless.
I swallow hard, trying to push down the lump that’s formed in my throat, threatening to choke me. With trembling hands, I reach for the door handle, desperate to escape the suffocating confines of the car.
As I step out onto the pavement, my vision blurred with tears, I start to run toward the building, my heart pounding in my ears. It’s okay. I’m just being emotional. Damian loves me. He just doesn’t want to cross the line because of our age gap. I try to convince myself that his rejection didn’t mean anything but doubts begin to flood my mind. Does he really want me? He does because he was hard. Then why?
I love Damian. I want him like a woman wants a man, with a hunger that cannot be quenched by mere words or gestures. There’s nothing wrong in that, is there? Then why am I feeling ashamed? The funny thing is I am not ashamed enough to deny this want.
I am sure he didn’t mean to humiliate me but he unconsciously succeeded. A sob traps in my throat as I hurrybut my foot catches on a crack in the pavement, and I stumble forward, bracing myself for the impact.
But before I can hit the ground, something stops me. Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back. I look up, my vision swimming with tears, and meet his brilliant dark eyes.
I try to pull away from him, unable to stand more humiliation. He doesn’t let go. With a swift, fluid motion, he sweeps me off my feet. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, all I can do is cling to him, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck as if he’s my lifeline. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers racing down my spine, and as he holds me close, I can feel the warmth of his body seeping into my bones, chasing away the chill of the night air.
He doesn’t offer comforting words. Does not try to ask questions but simply holds me. His silence… sometimes causes more hurt than his words ever could. It doesn’t matter how in tune with me he is to realize what I’m thinking or going through.
Sometimes, you just need more than being in tune. You need more than silence. Sometimes, you need words. And actions to prove that you care about your partner. That you love them.
Still smarting from his rejection, I squirm, attempting to slide down but he tightens his arms around me. His jaw set in a stubborn line as he carries me back toward the car. Sighing, I let myself rest against him, too spent to fight him.
My blood warms again. My senses become heightened once more. His scent amplifying everything, making it difficult for me not to kiss him.
He lowers me into the backseat before following and slamming the door shut. I scoot as far away from him as possible. The slamming of the door convinced me that he is pissed and doesn’t want me with him right now. Then why come after me?
I turn my face away as I will the tears to go away before they can escape.
“I’m sorry.” He speaks. I stop breathing.
“I got carried away. If I could take it back…” he trails and I lower my eyes. He would take it back? My heart clenches in agony.
“You don’t want me,” I say, straining to keep my emotion veiled.
“That’s not true. You know that.”
“You don’t want me enough then.”
“I do.”
There is a rustle against the leather seat and Damian is suddenly in my space. He effortlessly angles my body so he can stare at my face. I struggle to shift away but he drags me back against him. “I didn’t stop to humiliate you, River.”
I avert my gaze. He reaches out, cupping my face in his hand, making me face him again. “You deserve so much more than a hurried, fumbling encounter in the back of a car.”
I swallow thickly, my heart wavering, wanting to believe him.
“I want you.” He lifts my chin. “More than you want me.”