Page 10 of Off Limits
He braced his hands on either side of her hips, gripping the counter as he leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Yes. And having you cornered like this is one of the most exhilarating feelings I’ve ever had.”
She arched a brow. “One of? What could possibly top pinning me to a kitchen counter?”
His gaze locked with hers, the green in her eyes swirling with the same hunger he had clawing inside of him.
“Being inside you,” he said, raw and honest.
She froze. Her breath caught. Then a line appeared between her brows, confusion and desire colliding. “How’s this going to work? I thought we couldn’t do this?”
“We’ve already done this.” He glided his thumb along her jawline. “We can take the rest of the night. Get each other out of our systems and have one hell of a memorable time.” He smiled.
“You think we can fuck each other’s brains out and walk away in the light of day?” She twisted her lips in skepticism.
“We have no choice but to walk away.” He kissed along her jawline. “But we have a choice now.” He straightened, lifting her chin to meet her gaze. “I’ll never ask for another thing from you. I promise.”
“You sure are full of promises tonight.” Pushing up on her toes, she smashed her lips to his. That was all the permission he needed.
Chapter Six
Jane
Jane rolled onto her back and stretched. The luxurious feeling of elongating her sore muscles had her mewling like a cat. She’d let Brady into her house last night and allowed him to take her on just about every flat service they could find, including her bed. She had to have set a world record for the number of orgasms she achieved and gave.
She reached her hand out to the other side of the bed but the cold, empty sheets told her what she had already known. Her stomach dropped and her chest squeezed.
Of course, he left.
She hadn’t expected him to stay. Even as he tucked her into him, her back to his front. Even as he whispered sweet words to her about how much he enjoyed being around her, how much he loved her company, how beautiful she was, she knew he wouldn’t be here in the morning. She’d been quite surprised he stayed as long as he had. Didn’t mean she hadn’t wished she had been wrong.
He said he wanted one night. She gave it to him, knowing her heart would break after it was over. She could keep pushing the issue. Pressure him until he relented. And he would. He’d move heaven and earth for her if she asked even at his own expense. But that wasn’t how she wanted him. She wanted him to want to be with her. To be her companion. Her partner.
He feared that. Commitment. Honesty. Trust. She couldn’t have a relationship with someone who didn’t give her those things. And she couldn’t periodically sleep with him. It would crush her waking up in the morning to an empty bed.
Throwing the covers off, she eased out of bed and slipped on a t-shirt and pajama pants. Her quads and hamstrings ached—her back tightened. A tingling sensation cascaded over her skin. She was tender everywhere. Even with her flexibility from years of yoga, she hadn’t been prepared for all the positions she’d tried with Brady. Positions she’d never even dreamed of.
She walked out to her kitchen, wincing from the soreness. The rich aroma of coffee permeated the air. She hadn’t set the coffee pot timer, so Brady must have made a pot before he’d left. A plate with several croissants and a small jar of raspberry jelly sat on the island. A vase of beautiful wildflowers anchored a sheet of paper.
