Page 19 of Take Me Back
“There’s my girl.”
And then he proceeded toward detonation.
Stroke after stroke, his lips found my shoulder, neck, and ear as he plowed in and out, making me scream as my orgasm slammed into me. I was surprised resort security wasn’t banging on the door yet.
He fucked into me harder until his roar drowned out any other sound.
And then came the banging.
Dane looked at me. “You think we’ll find a country where they won’t harass us for having the best sex of our lives?”
* * *
Present day
“Kat?” Dane’s voice, not talking dirty to me, chases the memory away. “You want to go first?”
No, what I want is for you to drag me into the shower like you used to. Back when you were so hungry for me, you couldn’t get enough. Back before ... everything changed.
But I say none of that.
“Uh, sure. I’ll be quick. I know you’re hungry too.”But not hungry for me, I add silently.
“It’s been a long day.”
“I’ll be quick,” I repeat.
I reach for the handle of my suitcase and drag it into the bathroom with me. With the bathroom door shut behind me, I strip out of my travel clothes and ball them up before dropping them on the floor. Water droplets hit the tile before I turn the handle to start the spray.
Dane never needs to know that I’m crying in the bathroom, wishing everything could be different.
Flipping the water on, I climb inside as soon as it warms, let my head drop forward, and the tears spill free.
Chapter 8
Kat
Ikeep my red-rimmed eyes focused on the mahogany planks of the wood floor as I drag my suitcase out of the bathroom behind me. Dane’s gaze feels heavy as he takes in my fully dressed form, a towel wrapped turban-style around my head.
“All yours,” I tell him, making eye contact with the center of his chest.
“I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.”
Polite strangers, that’s what we are. So freaking polite it makes me want to scream. I could open my mouth and say something, but right now, I don’t even have words.
He disappears into the bathroom with his small travel kit in hand, and the door shuts behind him with a decisive click.
I stare at myself in the mirror hanging over the dresser. Dark circles under my eyes are a great contrast with the redness left over from my shower-crying binge. Hopefully, my blue sundress will be a big enough distraction.
Gripping my suitcase by the side handle, I lift it onto the luggage stand and unzip it once more. Everything I packed is a crumpled mess, except for this wrinkle-free sundress. Normally, I do a little better than this because I’m used to living out of a suitcase. Dane, on the other hand, is already completely unpacked. In the reflection of the open closet, his linen shirts hang in a neat row, next to his pants and T-shirts. I know if I open the dresser, his shorts and swim trunks will be folded and put away.
He’s organized like that. Nothing out of place, if he can help it. I’ve always wondered if it’s OCD or just habits left over from his days in the military, but I’ve never asked.
Why didn’t I ask?I probably should have asked a lot more things.
Benjie’s warnings come back to me, and more than anything, I wish I could pick up the phone and call him for advice. He would never feed me a line of bullshit, just give it to me straight. It was a quality he and my mom shared. I can’t help but wonder what she would have said if she had still been here when I met Dane.
