“Please,” Ryan whimpered, her voice breaking. “Seth, I want you too.”
That was all he needed. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Ryan cried out, her nails digging into his back, and Seth groaned, his hips already moving, fucking her with punishing strokes. He could feel her clenching around him, tight, wet and perfect, and Seth leaned down, capturing her mouth in another deep kiss.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their moans mingling in the heavy air of the room. Seth’s hand gripped her hip, lifting her up off the bed so he could fuck her deeper, harder, until the headboard was banging against the wall. Ryan’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer, and she came again, clenching around his cock.
Seth wasn’t far behind. His thrusts turned harder, and with a guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving, their skin sticking together, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
“God, it’s always so good,” she said between breaths.
“Yes.” Seth moved onto his back, put his arm over his eyes, wondering how he’d ever get used to not having her with him once she left him.
Ryan rolled toward him, running her fingers over his chest. Seth lowered his arm and looked at her.
“How about a shower?”
“Are you going to stay with me tonight?”
“Yes.”
He sat up. “Alright, let’s take a shower then get some sleep.”
“Sounds good to me.” She got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom
Seth couldn’t take his eyes off her ass, then she glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Are you going to join me?”
“Definitely. Start the water. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ryan nodded, then disappeared into the bathroom. Seth’s heart ached at the thought of losing her, but he knew he would, and he’d have to learn to live with it. He blew out a frustrated breath, then followed her into the bathroom.
Silvery moonlight spilled through the bedroom blinds, casting Ryan’s bare back in an ethereal glow as she slept on herstomach, one arm tucked beneath her pillow. Seth felt desire stir in his chest at the sight of her, the gentle curve of her spine, the constellation of freckles across her shoulders. He inched closer, the sheets whispering beneath him, and pressed his lips to the warm hollow between her shoulder blades. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Encouraged, he traced the ridges of her spine with his mouth, propping himself up on one elbow, his palm gliding down the smooth plane of her back to the swell of her ass. He cupped the firm flesh, savoring its perfect weight in his hand while continuing his trail of kisses along the subtle dip of her lower back.
As he lifted his hand to skim his fingers along the delicate curve of her waist, her drowsy voice stopped him cold.
“Do not slap my ass. Some women like that and that’s fine, but I am not one of them,” she murmured into the pillow, her words slightly muffled but unmistakable.
Seth’s chest tightened with suppressed laughter. He pressed his forehead against the warm skin between her shoulder blades, his hand still resting on the curve of her ass, as the first snort of laughter escaped him.
“You sure know how to kill a mood, darlin’,” he managed between chuckles, his voice thickening with amusement. He leaned over and kissed her back. “Damn, I’ll miss you,” he said, then went completely still. “Shit,” he swore as he rolled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Seth—”
He quickly stood, pulled on his clothes, then walked to the window and stared out at the darkness, seeing nothing but his reflection in the glass. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face her and saw her blinking back tears but one escaped down her cheek. He shook his head.
“Seth, I only have the rest of this week and next. Please,” her voice caught on the word.
“You have to leave, Ryan,” he said in a quiet voice.
“What?”
“You have to go. I can’t do this anymore. It’s best to just end it now and get it over with. Why torture ourselves with another week? Let’s just rip the band aid off.”
“But I still want to get more photos.”
“Cull will take you. I don’t want to know when you go or see you again before you do. It’s best for both of us.”
