“I mean, not actively but I thought maybe I’d run into you somewhere, maybe.” I give him an appreciative once over. “I wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be so…built.”
His grin spreads as he flexes one of his impressive biceps, kisses it and winks. “I had a growth spurt. Glad you approve.”
He’s really gorgeous when he smiles like that. But even that smile can’t make me forget what a disaster this is.
Whatever he sees in my expression sobers him up. He sighs and walks up to me. “Honestly, it didn’t occur to me that you’d be inviting me to your room if you didn’t know who I was.”
I throw my hands up in exasperation “Hello? I rode your dick on the shuttle?” I remind him.
“It’s okay, we—”
I whirl away from him and head for the door. “This did not happen. You have to leave.”
His hands close over my shoulders before I take two steps and move to stand in front of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but even with them closed, I can’t reconcile this big, fine man with the small boy that’s lived in my memories.
“I’m sorry Regan, but it did happen. And it was pretty fucking hot.”
“I’m married.” I blurt and then feel stupid.
“Well, you better tell your vagina. She doesn’t seem to remember that anymore,” he says and then smiles.
“Are you smiling? Why? There’s nothing funny happening here.”
“I didn’t say anything was funny. And I can’t help it that I’m finding quite a lot to smile about. You thought I was a stranger. You wanted to fuck me because you think I’m hot. Not because you thought I was safe. I thought Tyson—”
“You cannot tell Tyson, and I just… If my husband finds out...”
“He won’t,” he says as if it’s that easy to dismiss Marcel, but some of the nonchalance in his expression fades.
“He can’t. I won’t make excuses for myself. But I haven’t been with him or anyone in more than five years. I’m going through a lot right now and yes, I thought you were a handsome stranger who I could take home, and then…”
“Never see me again?” He finishes for me.
“Yes. Exactly. And that…it was amazing. If you hadn’t turned out to be…you, I’d ask you to stay.”
“Then pretend I’m not me and give me those seconds you promised.” His hands slips off my shoulder and starts to move down my back. I yank out of his reach and raise a hand in warning, and he steps toward me.
“That was before I knew who you were. Stone, this shouldn’t have happened. And I’m sorry, but you have to leave, now. Please,” I urge when he looks like he wants to argue with me.
He nods, his expression neutral but good natured. “You need time to get your head wrapped around everything.”
“No, I don’t. I already regret it,” I inform him with all the resolve I can muster.
“Why?”
“Because it was wrong.”
“Why?”
“Stop saying why,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Stop making me say it.” He remains completely unruffled.
“You don’t have any regrets?” I ask, confounded by his lack of remorse.
“None. How could I? It’s you.”
“But, you don’t…hate me still?” I ask.
His brows draw together in surprise. “I was ten, Regan. I didn’t mean it and by the time I got my head clear enough to apologize, you’d left for college. I wanted to apologize for what I said. I was jealous because I wanted to be your boyfriend. I was too young to understand how ludicrous that was. But I have never, ever hated you. I’m here because I want to have sex with you, in every way it’s possible to have sex, as many times as you’ll let me.”
This is too much, I am caught in a maelstrom of confusion and horror and to my surprise, lust.
He touches the tip of that wicked tongue to mouth and smiles. “And I love the way you taste. I want more. And I know you want to give it to me.”
I want to deny it, but it is pointless to try. So, I just walk to the bathroom and stay there until I hear him say, “See you tomorrow, Goddess.”
I crawl into my big empty bed, and I lie there, wishing he was there.
Can I Kiss You?
Regan
“What did you do to him, Reggie? He’s been watching you all night.” Matty nudges me.
I grimace and shake my head, “Nothing that’s ever going to happen again, and he knows it.” I take another sip of my ginger beer and vodka, but I hardly