of her body against mine. The fire that raged inside of me wasn’t going out anytime soon. I carried her up the stairs, needing something from her—needing everything from her.
I stripped her of her clothing, barely taking the time to remove my shirt before I was lapping at her sensitive flesh. Her hands cupped the back of my head, urging me on, her legs squeezing the sides of my face at times, and then as she broke apart, the awe-inspiring sound of her screaming my name.
“Harvey! Oh, god, Harvey, please!”
She wriggled against me, and I could tell she was torn between wanting more and needing distance to calm herself. I kissed the inside of her thigh, licked down to her knee, nipped at the skin there, and she giggled. Her giggle went straight to my chest, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed it. I memorized the sound of it, and then the guilt crashed down on me, and I sighed as I rested my forehead on her leg.
I should not have done this. Ali wasn’t mine. Yes, she had wanted it too, had pushed for this, but was she the kind of woman that I wanted if she’d cheat on another guy? No, absolutely not.
My god, I had been part of it. I had given in to my desire for her, as hard as my cock throbbed, as much as I wanted to be balls deep in her, I couldn’t do it. This was wrong, so damn wrong.
I lifted my head, took one last look at her beautiful body, and then I was on my feet, and I was grabbing my shirt. I tossed her shirt to the bed and pulled mine on as a look of shock crossed her features.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was husky, and I cringed. No, I was not going to back down on this. I didn’t condone cheating. I had already broken that vow with her temptation, but I would not go any further.
“You need to go, Ali.”
“Harvey, what are you talking about? We are not done.”
“Yes, we are.” I walked out of the room without looking back. I did everything that I could to keep my mind and body healthy. What I had just done was not good for my heart or my soul. I had allowed temptation to cloud my judgment. Damn it! I went straight to the stairs and down to the first floor. There I popped into the powder room off the living room and washed my face and hands and stared at myself in the mirror. What an ass you are!
As I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard the floor upstairs creaking. I went into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge, jerking the cap off and then guzzling over half of it the first time I tipped it up.
I set the bottle down hard on the counter and placed both palms on either side of it, hanging my head. I was hyper-vigilant on the sounds upstairs, and when I heard her on the stairs, I braced myself. She was going to be pissed, but whatever. She could be angry with me all she wanted. I wasn’t the one that had just cheated on someone.
I stood in the archway between the kitchen and living room and braced one arm on the wall as she reached the first floor. She turned to look at me, but what I saw there almost took me to my knees. It wasn’t anger; it was sadness and confusion and hurt. We stayed where we were, neither of us moving or speaking.
A tear eased from her eye and started to blaze a path down her cheek, and I almost stepped forward. I had hurt her. That wasn’t my intention. God, I was such an asshole. Before I could do or say anything, she jerked her head to the side, swiped at the wetness, and then walked to the door. She paused at the door as if waiting for me to do or say something, but I remained where I was. I could not be with someone who would cheat on another person, no matter how good or bad a relationship was.
She started to glance back, but stopped herself, and instead let her gaze fall to the bins. I saw her lips purse, saw her nod just the slightest bit, and then she jerked the door open and walked out. She didn’t even close the door, just walked