Page 53 of The No Try Zone
Her nails scrape down my back, and it makes me go harder, deeper, faster. I don’t stop. I’ll never stop. As long as she’s like this, moaning and whimpering beneath me, giving me gasps and hiccups of sound, arching her neck for me to lick and kiss, stopping is not an option.
I lose all sense of time, focused only on the way her whimpers come in time with every thrust, my hand still resting on top of her lips. I push into her, giving her every bit of me, again and again. Her eyes widen as I speed up, the ecstasy nearly too much for me. Then she opens her mouth and bites my middle finger as a sound of pure pleasure comes out.
I feel her against my cock, the telltale grip and release of orgasm, and I lose control. I close my eyes and try hard to be quiet as we both come.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, burying my head in the crook of her neck.
We lay there, breathing hard, for a minute. I know we should move; someone could come in any second. But I can’t make myself do it.
Sam hums, angling to press a kiss against my cheek. “So soft,” she murmurs.
“I’d hope the hell not,” I retort.
With a low laugh, she says, “Your beard, Colin. It’s soft. Smells good, too.”
“Oh. Yeah.” I go up on my elbows and meet her eyes. She’s still so open. So trusting. Then my gaze lands on her empty neck, the memory of the necklace glinting against her skin blurring into the sight of it cradled in a dark blue velvet box. A knife of icy dread spikes right into my chest.What have I done?
I pull out and stand, moving to the desk to grab a tissue to wrap the condom in. Then I wrap it a second time, and a third. When I’m positive the cleaning crew won’t figure out what it is, I bury it in the trash.
“Wow,” comes Sam’s reaction behind me.
I turn and meet her gaze. “It’s…”
But she smiles gently. “It’s okay, Colin.”
The vise around my chest doesn’t loosen. “Yeah?”
Her gaze travels shamelessly down my body before meeting mine once more. “Yeah.”
We get dressed in silence, and I watch her redo her hair, pulling it back into the effortless high ponytail she’s almost always in.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
She closes the distance between us, palming my cheek before rising to kiss me. She searches my expression. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
I blink. That’s my line.
Then she smiles. “It’s over now. We both wanted to know. Right? So now we know.”
I blink again, stupefied. “What’s happening right now?”
A corner of her lips tilts up as she pats my cheek, then steps away, raking her gaze over me yet again. “I’ll see you later.”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond.
I watch as the door closes behind her before sinking back onto the couch and lowering my head into my hands. They smell like her.
Thoughts swirl so fast that I can barely follow them. I lost control in the worst way. I’d not let it happen in Vegas, but that was before I’d spent months watching her, wanting her. Needing her. She was right there, furious and beautiful and smart-mouthed and everything I’ve ever wanted.
My wife. I had sex with my wife. And she’s right: it can’t happen again. I want her too much, and that desire is dangerous.
Wanting her feels like being drunk.
I can’t trust anything I do when I feel like this. I can’t give into this again; can’t let it happen again. There’s too much at stake.
Never again.
Chapter19
