if I’m wrong and we are still enemies. If Langston still threatens my life after this night. If my heart completely breaks. Nothing will matter, because I will have had tonight.
“And I choose you,” he says, before kissing my bottom lip tenderly, and falling back again with a sigh. He thinks our night is done and we should snuggle off together in bed. He doesn’t know what I’m thinking. He doesn’t realize that our words are as good as an ‘I love you.’
“Fuck me, Langston.”
His mouth falls open, just an inch, and his pupils dilate. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“You did.”
“Why…I mean, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen. I never thought it would happen. The amount of hate, heartache, and pain we’ve caused each other almost ensured we never would, but if I’m going to die, I’d rather die knowing whether you are the worst or best fuck of my life.”
He smiles. “Definitely the best. But I’ve got you beat; I wanted this since I was fifteen.”
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to his lips, kissing me hard and hungrily on every spot of my lips as his tongue dances with mine. I’m so turned on from kissing him that I’m afraid I’m going to explode the second he enters me.
But then he pulls away, and I’m afraid he’s changed his mind.
“Why are you frowning?” he asks, as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
“I’m afraid you’re going to remember you’re married, that you have a life waiting for you, that you hate me and are going to stop this.”
He shakes his head. “My marriage means nothing, but if you need me to file for divorce, I will.” He searches my eyes before continuing. “And I’ve never wanted anything more. I never thought you’d say yes, so I’ve never asked. But you don’t ever have to doubt how much I want this. It probably won’t change anything between us…” He kisses my ear, running his tongue lazily around it.
I shiver.
Then he continues. “But then again, it could change everything.”
I catch my breath as his words put any doubt behind me. Things may end badly, I may become jealous or angry, but I won’t regret this.
“Tonight, we are on the same side, huntress. I’m going to enjoy exploring every part of your body. I know we should sleep, but if these are to be my last hours, I can’t imagine a better way to spend my time.”
I suspect we’ve been on the same side more than just tonight, but I don’t say that.
“Fuck me, killer. Make me forget every man before you, and spoil me for any man after.”
When I say the word after, he growls possessively like he can’t stand the thought of anyone after him.
I grin—that’s up to him. Things won’t change as much as Langston might like. Sex doesn’t change much. We are still two broken people, hurt by the world, who, in return, have hurt each other to prevent ourselves from suffering further pain. We are still too controlling, too temperamental. If we tried to take a run at a real relationship, we’d spend the whole time fighting and bickering. Neither of us would survive, but we can survive one night of hot sex.
He stands with me in his arms.
“Langston!” I squeal. “Put me down; you don’t want to hurt your arm.”
He tilts his head, and then he buries his head against my neck. “I’d rather lose my arm than not fuck you properly. Don’t worry about my arm; all I feel is you.”
He starts walking, holding me as if he has the strength of an ox, not like a man who has had his shoulder dislocated, was drugged, and then swam miles in open water while having his arms handcuffed together.
“And I want to fuck you in a proper bed for the first time. Then I plan on having you on every surface in this house,” he growls.
He carries me effortlessly as his lips hungrily find mine. He doesn’t flick the lights on as we enter the bedroom, which disappoints me. I need to see all of him when he fucks me.
“You have to stop pouting like that, huntress.”
He winks at me as he lays me down on the bed. The room is pretty dark, so I can barely make out his shadow until a spark flickers. There’s another fireplace in the bedroom, and now that he’s started it, the room simmers with a romantic