Page 55 of Between Now and Forever
“No more electrical for you.”
She huffs as I hand her the phone back. “You are no fun.”
Oh, but I could be.
Her eyes darken. “What did you just think?”
“About what?”
“What just went through your head?”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because you had this look in your eye, and I want to know what caused it.”
I consider lying to her. It would be the mature thing to do. But something tells me she’ll call me out for it and this conversation will take ten times as long—and I’ll wind up telling her anyway.
“You want to know what I was thinking?” My head screams at me to stop. To not put this into the world. To not go this far. “I was thinking how you’d sound bent over that wall while I nailed you from behind.”
Her breaths come out in quick gasps.
“Would you scream for me, even though you said you don’t?” I ask, holding her gaze. “Would you moan? What little sounds would come out of your mouth when you’re coming all over my cock?”
I watch as her chest rises and falls.
“That is what I was thinking,” I say before turning to the steps.
“Wait.”
I keep moving. I can’t stop. I shouldn’t have said that—I shouldn’t have taken it there.
Gabrielle squeezes between me and the stairs. She hops on the bottom one and faces me so there’s little more than our clothes between us. Her eyes are wild, and she’s panting as if she’s out of breath.
My blood burns with the need to have her on me and over me. An unbridled demand screams at me not to let this moment pass.
This is what I’ve needed to break the darkness I’ve lived in for so long. Her laugh. Her smile. Her playful demeanor.
But if I do that, how does it end? How do I guarantee it doesn’t end with one or both of us getting destroyed?
She lays a finger against my lips.
“I would scream for you,” she whispers. “I would moan your name. I would tell you how good you feel inside me, and I’d beg you to give me more.”
My God.
She pulls her finger away and searches my eyes. Finally, she smiles. Sadly, maybe.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, Jay, but you don’t have to be scared of me.”
Before I can reply, she walks up the stairs and leaves me behind. I’m grateful for it. Because I don’t know what in the hell just happened.
“I would tell you how good you feel inside me, and I’d beg you to give me more.”
No, I do know what happened. I played with fire, and now I’m about to be burned.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JAY
