My name on her lips is driving me to want everything from her and to ask her for it, but something still holds me back. So for now, I’ll accept having the chance to get her off. “West…” She begs, head thrown back in passion as I mercilessly torture her with rhythmic strokes where she needs them most. Trailing my lips down her beautifully exposed neck, I plant small featherlike kisses along the way.
Her core tightens around me, and I know she’s close. “Let it go, baby. Let it go. Give it all to me.” She does, crying out as she comes apart on my hand, whispering my name almost reverently. I don’t think about the fact that the Frozen song pops into my head like it’s been on repeat for the last week. She’s my ice queen.
I hold her there for a few minutes as our breathing slows down from the intensity of every time we crash into one another. Although we’re nose to nose and I’ve got a hard on the side of Texas, I don’t dare move. A tidal wave of emotions comes between us, pushing each feeling in and then away. We’re miles apart right now. I can feel the depth of the ocean between us.
She stirs and opens her eyes, glancing at me before something indecipherable crosses her face.No.No. No.
“Dont…” I say knowing that she’s about to back away, curl back into herself and tell me this was all a beautiful...
“It was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I stare at her in disbelief. How can something as beautiful as her coming apart under me be a mistake?
I shake my head. “Are you serious? You let me kiss you, willingly threw your arms around me, wrapped your legs around my waist, and let me finger fuck you into oblivion and you will sit here and boldly tell me it was a mistake? You’re a liar.”
She flinches at the anger pouring off me and lowers her legs, trying to pull away, and slides to the ground. I take a step toward her. “Why can’t you see that we’re fucking perfect together?” My voice almost cracks, but I hold myself together.
“I’m sorry.” Another Wynter Carlisle sized icicle to the chest. “I th-think… you should go now. This shouldn’t have happened. It won’t happen again…” She looks away and it tears me in two. I fucking hate that my heart wants her. Out of everyone in the world, the stubborn asshole wants the Ice Queen - the one person who will probably never give me her heart.
“Goodbye, Wynter.” I turn to leave, hoping she stops me, but she doesn’t. I keep walking out the door, up the stairs two at a time one solitary floor to my own. Walking into the apartment, I slam the door and head right for my room.
Reece comes from his room, watching me as I lose my shit and fall apart. I put my hand up, waving him off before he speaks. “Don’t.”
He nods. “Okay.”
I let the door shut behind me as my soul screams in anger and sadness. I flop down in my hammock, arm covering my eyes as one single tear slips.
I don’t know why I even try. Her answer isn’t going to change. If only I could forget the entire morning and start over. The chances of that are slim to none, though. Forgetting her is like the wind, it comes and goes as it pleases.
I’d forget everything if I could. The passion, lust, and the fire in her eyes. How her ruby red lips taste, using them to beg me for more. How her body accepts me like it’s a part of hers. How I feel like we were meant for each other. Like two souls drifting through the atmosphere for years, simply looking for the lost part of itself.
Thinking back to the look on Reece’s face, I think about how Wynter and I haven’t interrupted our own lives, we’ve messed with Reece and Addison’s new relationship. We’ve asked them to pick sides in this love battle.
My gut churns at the guilt.
How had I blown my chance with her? Had I pushed too hard, asked for too much like she’d accused?
Letting my head fall back onto my pillow, I screw my eyes shut. “How in the hell do I fix this and where do I even start?”