Page 78 of Written with Regret (The Regret Duet 1)
I laved my tongue over his bottom lip. “I promised I’d never come up for air.”
He pulled his head back to catch my gaze, blue flames burning in his eyes.
That should have been the moment I told him the truth.
That should have been the moment I spilled three months of secrets and lies.
That should have been the moment I threw on the brakes, confessed to eighteen years of loving him, and made him understand why I’d done all the things I had.
But I’d spent every agonizing second of those eighteen years wanting him.
Longing for him.
Dreaming of that moment.
My life was lived in the seconds.
And in that second, I wanted to touch every inch of Caven Hunt while he touched every inch of me.
“Please, Caven,” I whispered.
And that was all it took.CAVENIt was the worst idea I’d ever had.
After reading her texts, I’d sworn to myself that I would never let something happen between the two of us.
I’d continued swearing it to myself as I’d paced my living room while I waited on Alejandra to show up to keep Rosalee.
I’d sworn it again as I’d pocketed two condoms before leaving my house.
And I’d sworn it every minute of the drive to her place, the thought of her naked body writhing beneath mine making my foot heavy on the accelerator.
I’d known that those texts weren’t for me, and I’d resigned myself to a cold shower and fisting my cock as they kept rolling in.
But then she’d typed it. The one thing that had me rethinking my entire fucking life.
I swore to my entire family that I’d live my life in the seconds. I’m not letting another one pass me by.
I didn’t know why I felt the way I did about her. It sure as shit wasn’t the way I’d felt the first time we’d spent the night together. I could have said that it was because we shared a child now and, most recently, I’d found out we shared a pained past at that mall as well. But it was more than that. I felt a pull to her that I couldn’t explain any more than I could extinguish it.
So, yeah. Bad, horrible, stupid choices aside, after reading those texts and finding out that she was just as enamored as I was, I wanted to live in the seconds too.
And when she opened that door in that sexy little white tank top, her nipples showing through the thin fabric, and those shorts that revealed her toned legs just long enough to encircle my hips as I took her fast and hard, I wanted those seconds to be spent inside her.
“Please, Caven,” she whispered.
That was all I needed to hear.
“Bedroom?” I murmured, sucking my way up her neck.
“Upstairs,” she panted.
“Fuck, that’s far away.”
She hummed, rolling her hips, the friction against my cock making it throb.
“Point made,” I groaned, starting toward the stairs.
With our mouths fused together, we kissed, bumping into walls and nearly falling as she tried to unbutton my shirt. By the time we reached the top of the stairs, I’d shimmied her shorts off, leaving her in nothing but that thin tank top and an equally thin pair of pink panties. It shouldn’t have been as mouthwateringly sexy as it was.
But on her…
We hadn’t made it to her room before I hooked a finger in her panties, tugging them to the side and teasing through her wetness.
She gasped, folding her arms around my neck for balance as we stood in her hallway, only yards from her bed but physically unable to make it any farther.
I dipped the tip of my finger into her opening, gliding it up until I found her clit. “Is this what I do to you, babe? Is this what you were talking about in those texts?”
She rested her forehead on my pec as her body sagged. “Yes.”
I circled her clit. “And you want more, don’t you? You remember how good it felt—”
Her head suddenly snapped up. “I don’t want to remember anything, Caven. This is now. Me and you. I just want you to touch me.” She pressed up onto her toes, ghosting her lips across mine. “And kiss me and—”
I fulfilled that wish, rough and needy. She was right. This wasn’t about the past—a road neither one of us needed to get lost down.
Keeping our mouths connected, I backed her through the open door.
Her room was dark, the light in the hall dimly illuminating her tropical escape, complete with decorative mosquito netting draped across the top of her bed. But that was the only thing I noticed about her room in our frenzied path to the mattress.
As she sank onto the bed, I finished her efforts on my shirt and threw it off to the side then toed off my shoes and socks and stepping out of my pants, but not before retrieving a condom from my pocket.
