Page 14 of Yearning For Her

She pressed her lips together to hold in her laughter.

This wasn’t supposed to be funny. She needed to leave. But as she gazed down at him, she found it difficult to pull away. He was so…beautiful. In his sleep, he didn’t exude that air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. It was like his mask had fallen away. Her fingers itched to trace his features.

What they’d shared had been magical. There was no other word to describe it. It had transcended anything she’d ever experienced, and it had felt so right. He felt so right. The way he’d looked at her, touched her, moved inside her… The way her body even now molded to his, her softness against his hardness.

How could something intended as a one-night stand feel so…powerful?

But that was all this was and all it could be. A single night of sex, nothing more. She couldn’t allow herself to get tangled up with him. He’d offered sex so freely to Willow, a total stranger, without hesitation. He wasn’t someone she should get mixed up with.

Hadn’t she already learned her lesson? Her luck with men was terrible. Her relationship with Eli had been the longest by far, but it had still ended the same way as all the others—with her feeling used, disrespected, and hurt.

Tears stung her eyes as she studied Kian’s face. Willow had a feeling that if she let herself, she could fall in love with him far too easily.

And he would break my heart.

She needed to leave.

Reaching behind her, Willow took hold of Kian’s arm and laid it upon the bed. He didn’t stir. She watched him while she lifted her hips, biting her lip as his surprisingly still hard cock slipped out of her, and nearly moaned at the drag of his piercing along her inner walls. God, how could that still feel so good?

He did not wake.

She lifted her leg and climbed off him, moving with such care that she barely allowed herself to breathe until her feet were on the floor. Her legs trembled. The air was cold against her bare skin, and though her pussy still thrummed with the aftermath of what they’d shared, that hollow ache had already returned. Willow pressed a hand to her belly.

Something warm rushed out of her and ran down her inner thighs.

With a frown, she looked down, parted her legs, and wiped at the substance with her finger. It was thick and white, with a faint blue iridescence.

Oh, no. No.

Her gaze darted to Kian’s cock.

All that remained of the condom was the ring around the base of his shaft and a torn flap of latex.

Cringing, Willow clenched her fist and whispered, “Fuck.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

How could this night get any worse? She was on birth control, so she wasn’t too worried about the chances of getting pregnant, but Kian seemed to be in the habit of picking up random strangers to have sex with. What if he carried some type of STD?

Snatching up her clothes, Willow hurried to the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as she could. She flicked on the light, laid her dress and undergarments on the counter, and sat on the toilet with her face buried in her hands as she peed.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did I agree to this? Why didn’t I just go home?

Because you were that desperate to feel loved, even if it was just an illusion. Because you just wanted to feel like you mattered for once.

Shame filled her, but she quickly pushed it away. She wouldn’t regret what she’d shared with Kian. The condom breaking had been an accident. She’d…she’d just go to the clinic tomorrow and get tested to be safe.

Willow sniffled and plucked a tissue from the box on the counter to wipe her eyes.

After she cleaned herself on the toilet, she washed her hands and face at the sink before straightening to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was in disarray, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen and red. Her nipples were dark from the attention they’d received, and there was even a faint bite mark on her breast. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked.

But at least her eyeliner wings were intact.

Thank God for waterproof makeup.

Willow rolled her eyes. As if that was important.

She took a deep breath, released it slowly, and got dressed. Her panties were cold and damp from her arousal, but there was nothing to be done about that now. She turned off the light and opened the door to peek out.

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