Page 79 of The Last Time

“Don’t talk to me like that. I didn’t do anything wrong. Even if it was Paul’s intention to view it as a double date, it doesn’t mean it was mine. Maybe you need to figure out why you don’t trust anyone.”

“I know why I don’t trust anybody. And don’t try to be a therapist to me and ask me why. Trust me, I have good reason.”

“And the reason is?”

“It’s none of your damn business.”

“Fine!” she screams as she opens the door. “If it’s none of my business, then I guess we’re done here.”

I’m hot on her heels, not giving her a chance to get away from me.

“Now you’re just going to walk away from me?” I yell, pounding up the steps behind her.

She turns around, walking backward. “What’s the point? You’re just going to assume I’m some kind of two-timing woman without even telling me why.”

A tear slips down her cheek, gutting me on the inside. I don’t want to do this to her. I hate my issues coming between us.

“I just want to know you,” she whispers.

Her back hits her door. I walk in between her legs. My forehead falls to hers, closing my eyes.

“You do know me,” I tell her, voice fragile and shaky. “You know my heart. There are just some things that hit a certain button of mine.”

What I should be doing is re-evaluating if what we’re doing is a good idea, but I find myself too desperate for her to do the right thing.

My mouth claims hers in a frantic kiss.

“We should talk about this,” she says with my mouth still on hers.

“I know,” I agree, then twist the doorknob as we tumble inside.

Her arms wrap around my neck as our kiss becomes demanding. My anger is still present, still blazing through me.

We fumble around, then end up backed against the island. My lips are punishing on hers, letting her know that I’m still reeling with jealousy.

I pull my lips away from hers, grab her dress, and pull it over her. My hands grip her face, and I smash my lips back down on hers.

“Take me like you did the other night,” she breathes into my mouth. “I want it to hurt.”

I growl at her request.

If she wants it rough, I have plenty of emotions in me to give her just that. I flip her around and push her forward onto the island.

Then I grab her panties and rip them off her, reveling in the scream she gives me.

“You want me to shove my cock so far up your pussy that you’ll feel me for days?” I ask while my fingers glide through her glistening folds.

“Yes! Please!” she begs.

Hearing her beg for it is all that I can take. I unzip my shorts and pull my dick out, then I push inside of her so fiercely we both cry out at the sensation.

I take her exactly how she asked. Rough, hard, and fast. I choose to forget about the fight or the dark cloud hanging over the month we have until she leaves me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Charlotte

IknowIshouldbe working, but my brain is replaying the events of Saturday over and over again. The sex was amazing. It was passionate and intense, a level of intimacy I’d never experienced before in my life. Until Saturday, I thought those books that portrayed sex as some kind of mystical connection between two people as some fantasy world that doesn’t exist.

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