Page 71 of Sparks Fly
“Ace.” His whisper is a beg as he lifts his lips from mine and it drives me wild. I shake my head, needing him like the air I breathe.
“Baby.” I melt beneath him, the rasp in his voice, the way he pulls away but drags his bottom lip between his teeth.
His eyes skate down my body, his head shaking softly. My eyes flick to his and I can see how constricted he is.
“We shouldn’t.” The two words that completely killed the moment. I was thinking them, so was he. Except, he spoke his out loud, and me? I wanted it too much.
Humiliation slaps me across the cheek, and I feel the burn within seconds.
Pushing on his chest, he stumbles back as I scurry away into the dark hole that is my bedroom and make the door frame shudder as I slam it.
Diving on my bed, I want to ground to swallow me up.
What the hell was I thinking?
I should have listened to my gut and pushed him off me, yet I allowed myself to get caught up in a moment that wasn’t mine to get lost in.
I am stupid.
My chest hurts and I let the tears spill down my cheeks, because that’s all I can muster.
Chapter Fifteen
Creed
I’ve crossedthe line I vowed to never cross. All it took was a single moment of weakness. That glimmer of want in her eyes, the way she looked at me, dragging me into her soul.
I should never have kissed her.
I’ve messed it up for both of us. Truth is, I wanted it to happen, I have wanted it to happen since the moment Royce brought her home.
Pacing outside her door, I fight with myself whether to go in there and apologise, to scoop her face up in my hands and kiss her like my life depends on it. But after twenty minutes of back and forth, I decide against it.
No good will come of this situation.
Especially because I have created a social media job just for her. I wanted her to take it, but I think I have fucked that up, too. I really shouldn’t have kissed her.
Sighing, my chest vibrates as I do and only then, do I decide to walk into my room.
“Colby,” I say quietly into my phone.
“Lex?” He sounds unbothered.
“Can you make sure the jet is ready to go?”
“Sure thing, what time will you be there?”
“Under the hour.”
“Cool.” He cuts the phone off.
I didn’t miss my flight. I chose to cancel it because I wasn’t ready to go home. But now? I’ve left catastrophic destruction in my wake because I gave in. She is my Achilles heel.
Tossing my phone on the bed, I start pulling my clothes off the hangers and rummaging through the drawers before stuffing it into my suitcase.
I had planned to take her out on the yacht later this afternoon, wanted to watch the sunset and have dinner in the moonlight but I ruined it.
I should haveneverkissed her.
