Page 21 of A Diamond Deal
It had been too long…
His body pulsed. The memory of the last time he’d been with her shredded the curtain of time. His mind remembered and his body felt it. The thought of burying himself inside her after months of abstaining tightened his groin.
Months, and he hadn’t touched her.
Shehad not touched him.
He’d understood the dangers of sex while she was on bedrest. He knew her body needed to be protected so she could nourish their son. But after the funeral, still she had not come to him. Her depression so heavy, he’d left her to the professionals. The nurses. The doctor. The therapist.
Guilt prodded his temples.
Had he helped her enough?
Yes. He alone hadn’t been enough to save her. He could not break the cycle of depression. He didn’t know how to. He hadn’t known how to end her grief. And so he’d stayed away.
Butthatday, so famished for the silken fist of her body, he’d driven himself inside her in agonised thrusts of desperation.
He hadn’t even taken her panties off. He’d pulled them aside, lifted her against the wall, and she’d wrapped her legs around him. Welcomed his heat with a scream he had caught in his mouth. Swallowed into his lungs.
He’d lost control.
They’d both come so hard.So fast.
The first time they’d had sex in months.
The last time he’d had sex for over a year now.
She hadn’t come to him again. Not long after that day, she’d left him.
He opened his eyes. Met the wide blue of hers.
‘If I need what?’ he pressed stiffly.
She tilted her neck to look up at him. Her lips were so close. The cool, sweet air leaving her mouth feathered his own, and his lips parted of their own volition. He needed only to dip his head and taste her.
‘Proof,’ she said, and rose on the balls of her feet, ‘why I’d neverwantyou again.’ The palm of her right hand on his shoulder, her other hand swept further along his chest and disappeared inside his jacket.
His mind scrambled. Her touch, her parted lips… They contradicted her every word.
He swallowed. So quickly did she turn him on. So quickly did she undo him.
He hardened.Everywhere.
His brain turned to fuzz as everything pulsed. ‘What are you talking about?’ he husked, his body an assault of senses.
‘This.’ She stepped back, and clenched tightly in her hand was his phone.
Her head ducked. Her hair fell forward as she illuminated the screen with the flick of her thumb.
‘You little pickpocket,’ he breathed.
‘Tell me the pin.’
‘Why would you steal my phone?’
‘You wouldn’t have given it to me if I’d asked.’
‘But why do you want it?’
