I don’t know what I expected Wes to be like in the bedroom, but I hadn’t anticipated this. For the gentleman I assumed him to be, he can certainly bring the heat when the occasion calls. And the fire ravaging through me from his words right now is enough to rival when Sherman marched on Atlanta, setting everything in his path ablaze.
“That’s right, baby,” Wes grunts. His motions become more frenzied, sensing my impending orgasm. “See how good we can be together? How good I can make you feel?”
“God, yes.” When he slips another finger inside, I can no longer hold back, my body a slave to him. I come undone, lights flashing behind my eyes as waves of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had fills me.
Wes isn’t the first person I’ve fooled around with since him. But he’s the first person I feel myself craving in a way I never thought possible. With his kiss, his touch, his words, I’ve lowered my defenses, allowing myself to be vulnerable for the first time in years.
And I don’t know what to think about that.
“What just happened?” I exhale, my chest heaving.
Wes nuzzles my neck. “Hopefully something amazing.”
As I start to come down, the lust that had been my primary motivation mere seconds ago wanes and is replaced with guilt. Remorse. Shame.
Just like all those years ago.
Clarity overtaking me, I push against him. The sudden force startles him and he stumbles backward, looking just as confused as I feel. Part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and pull Wes back to me, see how far we can take this. But the other part knows this entire situation is a ticking time bomb. Once Wes sees behind the mask, has a taste of the darkness inside me, he’ll run. After all, the Londyn he just kissed isn’t the real me. I’m not even sure who that is anymore.
I’m not sure I’ve ever known.
Doing my best to speak through my labored breaths, I fix my stare on Wes. “This…” I shake my head. “This was a mistake,” I manage to say.
Then I spin on my heels, hurrying away as quickly as my feet will carry me, praying he doesn’t follow.
Chapter Sixteen
Weston
I blink as Londyn puts space between us, leaving me confused about what just transpired. How could she have gone from hot to cold in the span of a heartbeat?
I shouldn’t be surprised. Our entire relationship has been a tumultuous seesaw of ups and downs, with not much in between. But I thought I finally had her. Finally burst through the walls she seemed to erect around herself.
Maybe I was wrong.
“Londyn!” I call after her, my heart still hammering from the feel of her. The sound of her. The taste of her. I knew when we kissed it would be electric. I didn’t expect it to be so explosive.
And I certainly didn’t expect it to implode just as quickly.
Londyn quickly scurries through the house and toward her car, not so much as glancing back at me. I propel myself after her, refusing to let her run away without talking through whatever has her spooked. Because there’s no doubt in my mind that something spooked her. But what?
“Londyn,” I repeat as she fumbles for her keys, her hands shaking violently. But she still doesn’t acknowledge my presence. “Londyn!” I shout once more, grabbing her elbow and forcing her around.
The second I do, I regret it. Her eyes fling wider than I’ve ever seen them, the white stark against her irises. Her muscles go rigid, jaw clenching, panic overtaking her as she peers at me like I’m a monster here to do her harm. Not a man who would do anything to keep her safe.
I drop my hold, giving her breathing room. “Sorry, I—”
“What happened back there…,” she interrupts, pointing toward the house. “It was extremely unprofessional of me. It’s certainly not how I typically conduct myself with clients. I assure you, it will not happen again.”
“Londyn…” I step toward her, on the brink of telling her I don’t give a damn if I’m supposed to be her client. She should know that’s never been the case. That she’s always been more than just my interior designer.
Her hand shoots up, stopping me from saying anything further. “All the time we’ve spent together has caused the lines to become blurred.” She swallows hard, her voice wavering slightly. “I think it’s best if we go back to the way