Page 2 of Lucky Star

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He sat back on his heels and flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing.

I squawked, and he laughed.

“Trust me, Sarah. You’re going to love this.” He lifted me onto my knees, my back flush against his chest. His left hand traveled down past my belly and into the soft, wet curls below. He brushed the pad of his finger over my clit, sending spasms rocketing through me. His movements were slow ... like he had all the time in the world to please me.

Just as I was getting into the rhythm of his movements, my hips undulating in time with the shifting of his fingers, he began to drop soft, feather-light kisses on the back of my neck. He nibbled on my ear and ran the tip of his tongue along the outer rim, something I’d never found erotic before, but with him everything was. Every feeling, every caress. My body wasn’t my own. Not that I made a habit of quoting Madonna, but it felt like I was being touched for the very first time.

“Now I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered, sliding into me with a slow, even thrust.

And just like that, I was coming. Hard. As I pulsed around him, Cameron groaned, gripped my hips tight, and pushed all the way inside of me.

There were no sweet nothings whispered in my ear, no terms of endearment passed between us, just the sound that two bodies made when in the throes of passion.

And in the midst of it all, I was overcome with one terrifying thought: he hadn’t used a condom.

I was clean, and I knew he was too. I wasn’t worried about disease so much as I was about the other side effects of unprotected sex. I’d been on the pill since college but had taken antibiotics to ward off a sinus infection the week before. I panicked, trying to push him away but his strong arms held me tight as he continued to fuck me from behind.

“Condom. You forgot the condom,” I spat.

Instantly, he stilled, and just like that, the spell was broken.

“Oh shit. God. I’m sorry. I don’t … damn.” Cameron pulled out and fell onto his back on the other side of the bed, his arm thrown over his face.

I didn’t know what to do or what to say, so I merely lay there next to him, my breath coming out in staccato bursts. Hugging a pillow to my chest, neither of us speaking. Finally, I rolled onto my side and found him staring back at me, a horrified look on his face.

I needed him to say something, do something, to break the tension.

But then I wished he’d never spoken at all.

“We never should have done that.”

I felt tears pooling in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall.

“I’m such a fucker.” He sat up quickly, flinging his legs over the side of the bed, leaving me with a view of his back.

A back I wanted to score with my nails, to mark as mine. But he wasn’t mine, and never would be. His reaction had confirmed it. I had to accept this had been a one-time thing, a mistake—a beautiful, lovely, wonderfully heartbreaking mistake.

Cameron rested his head in his hands for a few seconds before dropping his palms to his thighs. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I just …”

“You just what?” I asked, my words coming out barely above a whisper.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He growled out something I couldn’t quite hear before standing and rooting around in the dark for his clothes. And the entire time he dressed, he never once looked my way.

Look at me, look at me, please look at me.

He didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

And then he walked out.

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