Teasing the folds of her pussy lips open, I slid into her with one thrust that made us both cry out. She was always so deliciously tight around me, like a vice of pleasure clamping around my shaft.
Fucking hell, it made me lose control. I lost it and my body took over, pumping into her and pounding as I fucked her the way the inner beast wanted me to.
God damn, I wasn’t going to last.
I’d wanted her too much.
The days of trying to forget her had gotten to me and made me lose it, lose control, lose my mind, lose my grasp on reality.
Reckless… that was what it was. But damn, was it ever a feeling to savor. A release that I wanted badly. As badly as I’d wanted her. Within seconds we were both moaning and groaning as our bodies slapped together in the relentless lock of our greedy indulgence and the tension tightened painfully deep in my balls. It coiled then rose without warning. Ferocious in nature. It made me jack hammer into her, rutting into her with primal need and I blew into her like a hurricane. I gripped on to her hips harder than I should have and she winced. Then we both collapsed against the soft pillow before her and I pulled her into my arms.
She moaned and shuffled around to face me, running her fingers over my chest.
We’d kept on making the same mistake over and over again, even when she knew who I was, and I knew the consequences of being with her. It was madness. Complete madness. Madness neither of us could say no to.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to say goodbye to you.” She spoke against the drumming of my heart. It pounded in my ears and was almost deafening, but I heard her, her gentle voice against my chest.
I looked down at her and stroked her hair.
“Don’t think about it,” I told her. “I’m… sorry.”
I needed to say that. It was something in the mix of things that had happened over the last few days.
She lifted her head and gazed at me.
“What for?”
“Everything. All of it. I wish I could have met you under different circumstances. I wish I could save you from going to Europe with Armand like I said I would.”
She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’ll remember this and I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me. I think whatever job you’re here to do is more important than us.”
Not to my heart.
She smiled wider. “In my head, in my oh so brilliant imagination, it’s you who takes me to Europe. We go to Paris first and stay there, getting lost in each other.”
Paris…
It was a nice thought. She was the second woman I’d wanted to take there. I’d gone one time with the plan to return.
It wasn’t meant to be though. Just like me and Jia.
Not meant to be.
I could be selfish all I wanted but the truth was, it was better for her to get as far away as possible.
She shouldn’t be with Armand, but she couldn’t be with me either.
Chapter 10
Jia
Anya had talkednonstop since we sat down at Bailey’s Diner.
It was our second favorite place to go to.
They did the best milkshakes and served up the most fattening fries and triple burgers.
We’d discovered how great the place was in our teens.
