on me, Reeve! I don’t have to listen to anything you say. I loved you, and you broke my heart. I can’t let this happen again, don’t you understand?”
Reeve stops in his tracks, his lips thinning in a grim line when he sees the pain in my eyes. He hangs his head, resting his hands on his hips. I snatch my shirt, putting it back on, and I run. Far away from the mistake that is Reeve Bennett.
During dinner with Beau, my mind is elsewhere. I can’t think clearly, not after what happened with Reeve. He seems like a nice guy, but he’s just not what I need. And I hate that what I need is what’s bad for me. What I need is the same thing that destroyed me. My phone vibrates in my clutch, and when I dig it out, I frown at the unknown number.
Unknown: Talk to me, please.
My eyes slam shut. I know exactly who it is. Can’t he just leave me alone? Doesn’t he know the damaged he’s caused already?
Me: Leave me alone.
After cutting my dinner with Beau short, I decide to head home. We make plans to meet up the next time he’s in Chicago, but I can tell it’s not really a top priority for either of us.
I shouldn’t be all that surprised when I find Reeve sitting on my doorstep, waiting for me when I get home. I blow out a sigh.
“Go home, Reeve.”
“No.”
I brush past him, unlocking the door to my condo. He follows me in, and I turn on him with my arms crossed over my chest, trying to hold onto the anger of our past. Because the truth of the matter is, he’s not a good guy. Reeve Bennett is a heartbreaker, and I know just how capable he is of destroying someone’s heart. I like to tell myself I’m over the past, but I’m not. I’m not over it. I’m not over him.
“Why are you here? I told you; what happened earlier was a mistake.”
He crowds into my space. “This, us, we’re not a mistake. You can say it a million times to get yourself to believe it, but it’s not the truth.”
“There is no us. And maybe we weren’t a mistake, but you made mistakes. Irreparable mistakes that can’t be undone. Now, please, just go. Find someone else’s heart to destroy. I’m sure there’s a long line of puck bunnies who are interested.”
Reeve steps into me, his scent infiltrating my senses, his warm body heat clouding my better judgment. His hand snakes around the back of my neck. My eyes widen, and I try to jerk away, but it’s a weak attempt without any strength put behind it.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as he leans in.
“There is no one else. Its always been you, Camila.” Before I can pull in a single breath, his lips are on mine. He kisses me soft and slow but with a finesse that tells of his skill, his prowess of women. I fight the kiss at first, trying to pull away, but in the end, I fall into him. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back, soaking in the way he tastes. The way he feels and smells. I throw my inhibitions out the window, and I stupidly tell myself this is one night. One night to give in to my desires and fall back into bed with Reeve Bennett. It could be so much worse. I could be falling back in love with him. I’ll settle for the lesser of two evils.
Stumbling through my hallway, we strip out of our clothes, barely breaking our kiss to tear our shirts off. I tumble back onto the bed, Reeve hovering over me, his broad muscled body on full display. It’s been years since I’ve seen him shirtless, and he doesn’t disappoint. He’s only gotten more muscular over the years. His body is a complete work of art. I trail my fingers down his abs, enjoying the way they flex under my touch.
When Reeve begins sliding down my body and pulls my underwear down my legs, he settles between my legs and places a slow, torturous lick down my center. I let out a moan of pleasure, which only spurs him on. He circles my clit with his tongue, flicking and sucking. My hips writhe on the bed in time with the rhythm of his tongue. When he slips a finger inside me, I groan in pleasure, feeling my