Page 1 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 1
Remi
A drop of sweat falls from his forehead on to my face.
I reach up to wipe it away, trying not to be disgusted.
This isn’t working for me.
I need to stop him before it goes too far.
He’s going through the motions, all the right motions even. His angle is good, he’s moving in and out at a nice pace, and he’s throwing in a little bump and grind for good measure and clit pleasure.
Haha – that rhymes.
Focus, Remi.
Maybe if I touch myself.
I reach down but can’t seem to wedge my hand between our bodies. He’s at such an angle where his pelvis doesn’t seem to be leaving mine. But, I’m certain he’s still pumping in and out of me. I reach my hand around to feel. Yep, his ass is definitely moving up and down. His nicely rounded ass, I should say. I squeeze the hard, taut muscle. He groans in response.
Huh.
How is it that I can notice how great his ass is and still be getting nothing from this?
You know why, Remi. It’s because you’re a cold shell of a human—
I ignore that little voice in my head. The one that reminds me that I’m incapable of any real feeling or emotion. Just one more thing I can thank my parents for. The lack of any real feelings or love in the Vargas household growing up.
Don’t think about that now.
I refocus my attention on the attractive man pumping away on top of me. He’s trying really hard. It makes me feel bad for wanting to stop him.
I look at him, his eyes are closed, and his face has this dreamy quality about it. Like he’s in a really great headspace. Or, shit, like he’s enjoying the sex.
What must that be like?
Get out of your head, Remi.
Stay in the moment.
Except, I haven’t been in the moment this entire time. If I’ve not gotten into it yet, it’s not like it’s going to get any better.
It should be good though. I mean, we had two face-to-face dates that I enjoyed. And the six months of long-distance sexting and texting was good. Hot, even.
But this...
Is in person, not via text from hundreds of miles away where you can stay detached.
I never should have invited him to a champagne brunch this morning. I don’t have the extra time in my schedule to waste a whole morning like this. I could be at work running lab trials like a good little scientist should. Or out with my besties, Kat and Lexie. And now I’ll probably get a headache from the cheap champagne at brunch.
Fuck.
“Can you stop?” I ask him, my jaw clenched, as he grunts and thrusts above me. He doesn’t seem to hear me, so I give his chest a shove.
“Yeah, baby, give it to me,” he says.
“Hey, Alex,” I say, tapping him on the shoulder instead. “Stop, this isn’t working for me.”
