my stomach. I don’t have a chance to get on my hands and knees before he’s thrusting inside me. He groans as he buries himself to the hilt. He wraps my hair around his hand, tighter and tighter until my head is pulled back. He slides out of me and then slams back in. He repeats this about ten times and then he groans out the name Christine. What the fuck?
He drops his head to my back and gasps for air. Is this guy serious? How is he out of breath? He only lasted a total of twenty seconds.
He pulls out of me and heads into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. By the time, he comes out, I’m ready for him to hit the road.
He stands beside the bed, still naked, and scratches his head. What a disappointment this night turned out to be.
He rubs his palm over his mouth. “I’m sorry for what happened.” He bends down and grabs his boxers from the brown carpet before putting them on. “I didn’t mean to call you my ex's name. It just slipped out.” I roll my eyes.
Yeah like your orgasm. She probably broke up with him because he’s a lousy lay.
“Look, if you’re still calling her name when you come, you’re probably not over her. Why don’t you go after her?” I slip under the covers; my clothes are still strewn about the room and it’s awkward lying here exposed. “Show her you still want her.” I prop one pillow on top of another and sink down into the softness. “What woman doesn’t want to feel wanted for more than sex?” Even I want that; I just don’t think I’ll ever have it. Guys take one look at my double D’s and it’s all they see. Their gaze doesn’t make it up to my face to notice my full pink lips or what color brown my eyes are. It’s been that way since I was sixteen years old. I’ve always thought some attention was better than none, but now I’m starting to wonder.
I see the way Kyle looks at Janny and the way Derek looks at Kenna. Just once I’d like someone to look at me like that.
“I broke up with her a few months ago.” The muscles in his arms flex when he slips his shirt over his head. “She wanted to get married and I didn’t.” His arms go through the sleeves and he pulls it down covering up his six-pack abs. “Now I’m not sure I made the right choice.” He steps into his jeans and pulls them up over his lean hips.
“If you’re not sure you need to contact her. At the very least seeing her again should give you some clarity whether breaking up with her was a mistake.” He fastens his pants and looks at me. “Go to your room and call her now, before you change your mind.” I sit up, clutching the sheet over my chest for modesty sake. “It’s the things we don’t do that are the things we regret.” He quickly slips his socks and shoes on. “If she’s moved on at least you’ll know.”
He walks over to the side of the bed, leans down and kisses me on top of my head. “You’re a great girl, Elle. You should find a nice guy to settle down with.” He picks my hand up from where it rests on the mattress and holds it between his. “You deserve to be treated better than what happened tonight. You shouldn’t ever put up with being a substitute for someone else.” He releases my hand and his lips lift in a small smile. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
The quiet of my hotel room is all encompassing as I lie in bed. Too much noise can drive you crazy, but absolute silence is no different. That’s when the thoughts sneak in - the ones I normally avoid - the ones regarding Joshua Dawson.
I stare up at the stark white ceiling and think about what happened earlier with Josh. The kiss we shared knocked me off balance. It was angry and passion filled. I wanted it to go on and on. I wanted it to lead to more. When he tore his lips from mine, it brought me back to reality. I couldn’t believe a kiss from Josh could have such a powerful effect on me.
The cruel words he carelessly threw at me through clenched teeth hurt, I can’t deny they cut me