and I welcomed the distraction at first. I craved being around you, even just to piss you off. I needed our encounters. I told myself it was okay to touch you, to take a little bit of the fucking comfort it gave me, as long as I didn’t let it go too far.”
I jam my fingers through my hair, pacing the floor.
“But then I started to forget all the reasons I was so fucking angry in the first place, and suddenly, one day I woke up and Danny wasn’t my first thought in the morning.” I stop my pacing, looking into her eyes. “It was you.”
Tears are streaming down her face now, and she makes no effort to wipe them away.
“So yes. I regret it, but only because I want to do it again.” I take a step toward her. “And again. And again. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
She swallows hard, crossing her arms. “Then we should end it now, Thayer.” She nods at her own words, as if trying to convince herself. “Because I don’t think I can handle losing you again if…” she trails off, angrily swiping at the tears that fall down her cheeks. “You have to be the one to do it. You have to walk away.”
Eating up the distance between us with two big steps, I grasp her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyelashes stick together, wet with tears, her blue eyes brighter than normal.
“What if I don’t know how?”
“Then just…don’t.”
We move for each other at the same time, our lips colliding. I bend down to curl my hands around the backs of her thighs and lift her up, carrying her over to her bed. There are no more words, only hungry lips and frenzied hands and harsh breaths between us. I release my grip on her thighs, and her body slides down mine. I tug on the hem of her sweatshirt and she lifts her arms for me as I pull it over her head, revealing her bare tits. I cup them in my hands, squeezing, and she melts into my touch.
When she was gone, I didn’t think I missed her. How could I when she rarely strayed from my thoughts? Our memories plagued me, and if I could’ve wiped them from my mind completely, I would’ve. But this past week, I missed her like a fucking missing limb. The lightning might have branded my skin, but Shayne branded whatever’s left of my heart.
Shayne’s fingers curl under the hem of my shirt, and she rises onto her tiptoes to pull it off. When she still can’t reach, I do it for her, dropping it to the floor.
“I probably should’ve asked you this before, but are you on birth control?”
She nods up at me, her hands on my sides.
Thank fuck. “Next time, I’ll come prepared. But right now, I want you bare.”
She pushes up onto her toes, her arms clinging to my bare shoulders as she presses her lips against mine. Taking that as permission, I walk her backwards a couple of steps until the backs of her thighs hit her bed. She slides onto her bed, lying flat on her back, and I take a minute to admire the view.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Then fuck me already.” She smiles.
“As you wish.”
I drop my pants, kicking off my shoes in the process, then I’m sliding her sweats down her legs. I toss them to join the pile of clothes on the floor before I attempt to bury my face between her soft thighs, but my tongue barely flicks against her clit before she’s pulling me up her body.
“I just want to feel you.”
Without another word, I hitch her leg up by my hip and push inside. She wasn’t joking. She’s already wet and ready, but tighter than ever. Her lips graze mine with each shift of my hips, our harsh breaths mingling between us. Her full eyebrows tug together as if she’s in pain, but when I slow down, she frantically shakes her head, digging her heels into my ass.
Taking her subtle cue, I sit back on my heels and grip her waist, yanking her closer. I start to fuck into her, not holding back. Shayne braces her hands flat on the headboard behind her, taking it. My eyes are glued to where we’re connected, watching my cock disappear into her tight heat. I can tell Shayne’s getting close because those sexy little sounds coming from her mouth are getting louder.