Page 66 of The Only Time

“I couldn’t hate you. Ever,” she whispers, and I can’t help it, I seal my lips to hers.

My hands grab her face and deepen the kiss. I push her back towards the bed as I turn her head to the side to get a better angle. Her lips are molded to mine, moving in perfect sequence with mine. Never have I felt so starved and desperate for someone. I pull her shirt over her head then unsnap her bra and let it fall to the floor. I look down at her, my eyes trying to take in every part of her all at once.

Her eyes on me feel like they’re warming each part of my body, even my cold heart.

Her hands are shaky as they unbutton my jeans. I let her delicate hands undress me until I’m naked in front of her.

I scoot her up onto the bed and gently push her until she is lying down. Then I get rid of the rest of her clothes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she watches me. I kneel onto the ground and wrap my arms around her thighs then pull them apart with my hands.

My tongue swipes up her center, feeling desperate to somehow show her how I feel about her. I may not be able to do it with words, but my body doesn’t need any assistance.

I work her clit with quick flicks of my tongue before I slow it down to draw out the pleasure. Once I feel like she can’t take it anymore, I wrap my lips around her clit and alternate between sucking and flicking my tongue until she is screaming my name and pulling my hair as she comes all over me. I softly lick and kiss her until she has completely come down.

As soon as I pull away, I stand up and line my dick at her entrance. I can’t wait another second. I need to feel like she’s mine, even if she’s not.

My head falls back in sweet ecstasy when I bottom out. Dammit, this woman has me in so many ways.

When I look down at her, her eyes still have a hint of sadness in them. I need to be close to her, to be with her. I lean forward and kiss her. My hands splay in her hair as my tongue pushes past her lips.

I start to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, letting the feeling of our closeness wash away any fears of losing her. Something I know is going to happen because I’m not good enough for her.

Just the thought sends panic throughout my body. I respond by kissing her harder and thrusting deeper. She starts to moan into my mouth, and I respond with my own moan that reverberates from my chest.

We are both touching each other anywhere that we can get our hands. I start to feel her walls spasming around my cock as she cries. I swallow her cries with my mouth while I let go myself, spilling my cum into her pussy.

Even after our bodies come down from our orgasms, we still kiss each other. It’s like I can’t stop. My lips move along hers slowly, trying to etch the feeling into my brain forever.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Mia

The coffee is hot, the morning air is crisp, the view from the porch is incredible, but all I can think about is our fight.

We never really resolved anything. In a moment of pure panic, we made love that felt like something from a romance novel. But I can’t let that make me believe that we might actually have a future.

The way he blew up at me for bringing up his past shows that he is not ready to confront any of it. Maybe he never will be.

My phone vibrates in my lap. It’s my brother, Gabe.

“Hello,” I answer as I hold my coffee in my other hand.

“Hey, sis. I’ve got some good news.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my body tense as I wait for what I think is coming.

“It’s been confirmed that Don has been at home now for a couple of weeks. His credit card activity seems clear, and he hasbeen going to work. Your neighbor who thought she saw him the other night must have been mistaken because my buddy happened to be following him that evening and confirmed he was nowhere near your house. We think it’s safe for you to come back. You can get your life back and put all of this behind you.”

There it is. The good news. Right?

But why doesn’t it feel like good news?

“Oh, that’s amazing,” I manage to muster.

He laughs. “Don’t sound so enthused. I might be slightly offended that you don’t miss us more.”

“No, no I’m excited to come home. I just—I think I’d feel better if we give it another week or so. I mean, maybe more time where he can’t find me will put me further out of his mind.”

“That’s true. I never thought about it like that. Okay, maybe another week to play it safe.”

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