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It was so powerful I felt suspended in time and space, a convulsing entity that had no purpose except to react to the things he was doing to me.
The fierce grip of the orgasm began to loosen just as he sped up, and I held him, so lost in delight that I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
He came, hard, sinking against me, and a last shimmer of response rippled through my body as I cradled him. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry again, but my face was wet with tears. I loved him, and I’d betrayed him, over and over again.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, his big body covering me, warming me, but I knew the lie had gone on too long. He would hate me, he would walk away from me, but I had to tell him.
He pushed up, still inside me, and the soft look in his eyes broke my heart. “Did I hurt you?”
Wordlessly, I shook my head, but that didn’t reassure him. “I was too rough,” he said.
My eyes met his, and I signed my death warrant. “I’m not Bella,” I said before I could stop myself. “I’m Kitty.” And I steeled myself for his disgust.
But his eyes didn’t harden, his luscious mouth didn’t curl in contempt.
“I know,” he said.
Chapter Twenty
I froze in his arms. And then I shoved him, and he rolled off me, on to his side, perfectly at ease with the bombshell he’d just dropped on me. “For how long?” My voice was accusatory.
“Since you got off the airplane. I tend to remember the women I sleep with, and you weren’t Bella. I just couldn’t figure out why.”
“But why did you treat me like I was Bella?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“I don’t like liars.”
It was hardly promising, and I felt the familiar shame wash over me. “I just wanted to see Granda before he died,” I said quietly. “It was my fault—I never should have listened to her.”
“You’re right. She’s a treacherous bitch. But why didn’t you come all those other years when Granda asked for you?”
“He never did,” I said miserably. “He told me he never wanted to see me again.”
“He asked Bella to bring you back for the last ten years, and you’ve always refused.”
“I never...” I let my voice trail off.
“She never told you, did she? I’m surprised Granda trusted her, but then, the old man always had a soft spot for the two of you.”
This was making no sense. Everything I’d believed in, known to be true, was shattering around me, and I struggled to sit up in the bed, my sundress down around my waist. I quickly started to yank it up when his hands stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked lazily.
“I don’t know. I need time to think...”
“You can think in bed,” he said as he deftly did away with the rest of the tiny buttons that held the skimpy dress together. “You’re staying here.”
“And if I don’t want to?” I shot back. He wasn’t the enemy, I was. So why was I being so hostile?
He smiled at me, a lazy smile that made my stomach knot in longing, and then he leaned over and kissed me, slowly, thoroughly, scattering my desperate attempt to make sense of all this. “You don’t want to go anywhere, do you?” he whispered, nipping at my lower lip.
“No,” I said in a very small voice.
He knew. He’d always known. I felt foolish, raw, exposed, but he took my hands and placed them on his strong shoulders. “We can talk about this later.”
“You should leave,” I said instead.
“You should stay,” he said, mimicking my tone of voice. “We’ve barely begun.”
“I finished,” I said flatly. “And so did you.”
