That’s what it’s like to be kissed by someone you love.
Magical.
It’s soft, tender, but also hard and full of need.
His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me to him, holding me in place so if I wanted to move, only he could give me the permission to do so.
And I am not going to complain. Not in the slightest.
I’ve missed those hands.
Five long years of not having those hands on me.
I kiss him back. I’m helpless not to. Just as I go to reach for his face to keep his lips on mine, he pulls back, hands and lips leaving me as he steps around me. I stay frozen in place. His hands caress the back of my dress, and he ever so slowly removes it and lets it drop to the floor. I feel his eyes on me, eating me alive.
Is he judging me?
My body is different now.
It’s full of wear and tear and tells a story of where I housed a beautiful child.
When I glance up at him, I can tell he doesn’t see me any differently. He simply wants me.
I shake my head. No, this isn’t right.
He fucked Anderson’s mother. What the actual fuck?
Before I can move or even reach for my dress, his shirt is off and he’s in front of me, his hands cupping my bare ass as he lifts me, so my legs have to wrap around his waist.
I shouldn’t want him after what I learned tonight.
So why do I?
Maybe, for now, I can forget.
Maybe, for now, I won’t think of how his wife just walked out.
Maybe, for now, I won’t think how bad, so very bad, this is.
I’ve loved him for a long time, and I think, no matter what, I always will. Even when he breaks my heart.
My back hits the wall, and he reaches between us, one hand still holding me up. I feel him maneuver his jeans out of the way and then I feel him. Right there.
I probably should have worn panties. Maybe that would have given me time—time for me to stop this.
Would I, though? I’m not really sure.
His finger finds my clit and he rubs it as his mouth fits to mine perfectly. I gasp with pleasure as his finger picks up speed, and before I can say anything else, I feel him enter me. Fast. Hard. And demanding.
He gives me a moment to catch my breath before both hands are under my ass, holding me up and his mouth falls to my breast. He licks my nipple before he takes it between his teeth and tugs it. I moan, and he repeats the motion on the other one. My body can’t stand being still, so I lift ever so slightly to get some movement and friction, my body knowing full well what it wants.
This is nothing like being with Holden. No, I’m not sure Holden knows how to please a woman. Despite all his best features, that one thing is a massive flaw.
August knows my body. How? I don’t really want to know. I’m not sure I’ll like the answer.
“Rich girl.” He says my name, and my eyes snap to his. He smirks as he starts moving me up and down, his rhythm never slowing. “I’ve missed you, rich girl.” I look away, and he leans in and bites my neck before he soothes it with kisses.
I can’t look into those eyes and tell him I’ve missed him too.
He can see I still love him. That I haven’t just missed him, I have craved him. And that’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.
I hug him to me, my head falling to the crook of his neck as I bite him back. I kiss him there, and he doesn’t stop the pleasure. The friction of his body against my clit is making it hard to hold back. I dig my nails into his shoulders to try to ground myself. He laughs, knowing full well what’s happening before I stop trying and let it wash over me.
And there it is.
An orgasm.
One I didn’t have to give myself.
It’s been a long time.
August holds me to him, and I get the feeling he doesn’t want to let me go. And I’m not sure what will happen when he does.
This shouldn’t have happened.
I shouldn’t have fucked a married man.
Oh, my God, he and his wife just broke up.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
What does that make me?
Am I the other woman?
Am I a whore?
I would never hurt someone, not on purpose or indirectly if I can help it. This isn’t me. I shouldn’t have come over. I should have stayed at my apartment and waited for August to bring Winter back tomorrow morning. But, like a fool, I came here hoping for something, and now I have more than I ever thought about.
I go to pull away, but he holds me to him.