Page 90 of Sparks Fly
Pressing my forehead against hers, I close my eyes and inhale heavily, her scent engulfing me. The way her voice hitches when she asks me the question tells me she knows it’s for the best, but like me, she doesn’t want it to be.
“Yes.” My whisper dances across her lips.
I find myself edging closer towards her, her lips parting and I am waiting for the moment she pushes me off her. The moment her brain clicks into action at what we’re both about to do.
But it doesn’t.
My lips are on hers, and only then do my hands skim down the side of her body. My large hands curl around her waist as she melts into me.
And there it is again.
The intrusive thoughts.
The reminder that this is Royce’s ex-girlfriend.
Yet, I can’t seem to stop even though everything inside of me is screaming at me to.
A soft whimper escapes her, her arms wrapping around my neck as she clings onto me and that’s when it hits me.
That whimper was all it took to bring me back around. I came here to shut this down in the hopes that the feelings that burned deep inside of me would extinguish into nothing but smoke.
Her tongue swipes against mine and I scrunch my eyes shut, forcing myself to pull away. I know this is going to break her all over again, but I have to do it. Not just for me but for her, too.
She blinks up at me, chest rising and falling and one of my hands moves to cup her face.
“We can’t do this; you’re my kryptonite, Ace…” I barely manage to get the words out when I feel the sting of her hand against my cheek.
“Fuck you.” Tears fill her pretty blue eyes and I hate myself in that moment.
She ducks out and moves to her bedroom, slamming to door even harder than before. My feet are anchored to the floor, my hand folds inside my pocket and eventually I move and walk out of the apartment.
I don’t know what I was thinking coming here. I knew it was going to be a mistake, but I still came anyway. I think I wanted to, needed to more so. My lips still tingle from our kiss. My heart is still thrashing in my chest at the rush of feelings that wrapped themselves around it. My skin slowly loses the blanket of goosebumps that cooled me.
I loved the way she made me feel but loathed it at same time.
Pushing out the door, I walk to the carpark and slip into my car, pulling out and booting it home. I need to put some distance between us.
I know work was going to be hell tomorrow, but I need to stay focused. We would be on the flight to Italy in two days. Once we were there, race weekend will keep us too busy to even acknowledge each other.
Dropping my keys onto the side table, I walk into the kitchen and see Russ, my housekeeper, has left a plate of food on the side with instructions. He lived here more than me; I was out of the country more than I was in it, but he stayed here most of the time.
Looking at the dish, I turn my nose up and pop it in the fridge. I’ve lost my appetite.
Heading straight for the drinks table, I reach for the scotch and pour myself a large glass and down it in one, wincing as I do. I pour another and do the same and on the third pour, I reach for ice and savour this one as I look out into the darkness of my garden.
Shaking my head, I reach for my phone and browse through her socials. I need to get my fix somehow.
She hadn’t posted today and my brows furrow, but she did post yesterday. It’s a picture of her standing in the bar above the paddock, pulling a funny face. The bridge of her nose is scrunched, one eye is closed, the other focused on the camera. Her lip is slightly curled and she bites into her tongue that’s poked out, holding two fingers up.
Fuck, she looks good.
Dressed in the team’s polo, suddenly the urge to fuck her in that and only that overwhelms me.
Closing the app, I finish my drink and move towards the bathroom. I need her out of my head, if only for a moment.
Turning the shower on, I strip my clothes from my tired body and dump them in the corner. Stepping under the stream of hot water, I let it beat down on my skin as I smother my body in soap and wash my hair before rinsing it off. My hands rub down my torso, my muscles rippling underneath them as my fingers trail and dip.
Curling them around the thickness of my cock, my head falls forward, eyes lowered as I watch myself. I know this is wrong to be jerking off to her, but it is the only way I am able to relieve the constant thoughts of her, if only for a few minutes.
