Page 34 of Roads Behind Us
It felt like I’d been starving for her.
She blushed, her cheeks pinking to a deep rose color. “I can’t believe I said that to you.”
“I’m glad you did. I felt the same way. I feel that way now, but you’re right. Sex… It’s not— I can’t. But I want you.” Fuck. I couldn’t believe that had just come out of my mouth.
She bit into her lower lip. “It’s crazy, right? We don’t even really know each other.”
“I’ve never felt like this. It’s like you’re a drug, and I need you.”
“But you were married. You were in love with your wife.”
“Yeah, but this is different.”
She rolled her eyes. “How’s it different?”
“It’s a… a physical pull. I can’t explain it.”
I’d never felt so confused in my life. It was like my sunny, happy past was in a boxing match with this new, sexy, darker present. But both were strong and beautiful, and now, in real time, parts of that past seemed to be fading away, like Candy in my dreams.
Being with Bea would feel like flipping the TV channel, and I realized quickly that I could easily become addicted to her and to the easy, relaxed way she made me feel. I’d spent the last three years feeling the opposite of relaxed or easy.
She laughed. Maybe she didn’t believe me? But then she nodded. “I understand.”
“So maybe sex is off the table,” I said cautiously, “but I’m open to… alternatives.”
“Like?”
“C’mere.” I patted my chest. “Come closer. Kiss me again.”
She leaned down. Her hair fell around me, hiding us together inside its dark halo. It felt safe in there, and when her lips touched mine, I responded.
My hands lifted up to cradle the sides of her face so I could pull her even closer. She got up on her knees and climbed over me, straddling me and settling her warm center over my stomach, and the beast inside me wanted to push her lower. I wanted her to rub herself to ecstasy on my dick. If she’d just lift her skirt a little, she’d get a good ride because I was hard enough to make her come through my pants.
Pulling back, she gasped for a breath and looked in my eyes, and in hers I saw desire. Hot, wild desire. Man, it felt good to be wanted again.
Desire was what she saw in my eyes too. It was the only sure thing I knew in the moment. All thoughts of loss and sadness and the resignation I’d begun to feel about the expectation of spending the rest of my life alone—all of it fled from my mind.
“More,” I whispered.
She planted her hands above my shoulders on the floor and opened her mouth over mine. I licked at her tongue, moving and molding my mouth to hers, breathing into her and stealing all that desire so I could thrust it right back inside her.
She tilted her head, moaned, and rolled her hips. The movement lifted my shirt up a couple inches, and she pulled the fabric of her skirt out from between us, bringing the heat between her thighs flush with my bare stomach.
“Shit. The floor’s killin’ my knees,” she whispered.
“Here.” I whipped my shirt over my head and handed it to her and she tucked it under her knee. Tilting my head back, I located the blanket on the couch, grabbed the corner and dragged it down, then tucked it under her other knee.
“Much better,” she said, and she smiled, but then her gaze moved to my chest. “Oh God, Bax. Why do you have to be so sexy?”
The better to tempt you with, my dear.
She attacked my chest with her mouth, her tongue sneaking out to taste my nipple, all the while humming her approval in heated moans and eager breath. And when she sucked it into her mouth and her hair tickled my chin, I almost came. The sweet smell of her skin and the herbal scent lingering in her hair from her shower didn’t help at all.
Shit. I hadn’t told her, but she could probably guess that I hadn’t had sex in more than three years, and she was moving her body lower with every lick, until she was so close to dry humping me over my stupid pajama pants that I knew with the first press of her heat to my hard dick, I’d explode for sure.
Gripping her ribs, I lifted her.
She gasped and raised her head. The loss of her pussy so close to my cock, even covered in clothing, ached so bad that I thought the pain pills the hospital had given me after surgery couldn’t even make it better.
