Glorious.
Beat after beat, he drove her toward a peak so high there was no oxygen, no light, no wall against her back. Only Rylan’s body pressing on hers,inhers. Only the man whispering into her mouth words that melted her insides as easily as his driving cock melted the resistance in her pussy.
She was slick and pliant, giving where he was taking, and when she reached the top, when the light and oxygen she fought to find seemed impossible to grab, she blew apart in a soul-destroying wave of rapturous delight.
He swallowed her cry, gave her his, and as the light and air came back, Mazey wondered how she’d ever be the same again. How she’d find sanity in the aftermath of pleasure so powerful it was soul altering.
Breathing in sync with Rylan’s, she waited for the regret—the guilt. He’d tried to help her, and she’d taken advantage of that, of him.
Oh, she was sure he’d enjoyed himself, the truth of that had been evident. Except there was no denying she’d instigated their encounter.
She’d been the one to kiss him, to touch him, to plead with him to touch her. He’d gotten on board soon enough but with her making that first move...
She doubted they would have ended up tangled the way they currently were, if not for her. Definitely her fault.
And now she had to apologize for taking advantage of his caring nature and somehow get them back to before they’d had sex.
Except she still hadn’t found solid ground after last weekend’s intimate encounter, adding this one, she had to admit she was sending signals she shouldn’t.
There was no way she was ready for another relationship.
Despite their explosive breakup, thoughts of Stuart occurred at regular intervals, like shockwaves, they rippled through her life.
Not that she still loved her ex, far from it. In hindsight, she wasn’t sure she’d ever really loved him, but he continued to have a hold over her in a way she knew she needed to move past before she could think about getting involved with another man. Even one as nice and genuine—as caring—as Rylan seemed.
It was up to her to explain where she stood. She couldn’t expect him to understand, not with the way she’d attacked him moments ago. The question was how to do it without letting him think she hadn’t enjoyed herself, hadn’t wanted him to fuck her. She was saved from saying anything when Rylan’s cock slipped from her body, and he lowered her to the floor.
“We should get cleaned up before the water goes cold,” he murmured as he spun her under the spray.
Lukewarm, the shower flowed over her. He handed her a bar of soap and stood back to let her take care of herself. The distance cooled her temp quicker than the cool water rushing over her heated skin. It was what she wanted, and yet the move made her melancholy for the closeness they’d had a minute ago.
They remained quiet. Each of them trapped in a bubble of their own making. This wasn’t the way what they had just experienced should end.
Their coming together had been glorious, a revelation in want and satisfaction the likes of which Mazey didn’t regret for a second. Ry needed to know that. Needed to know that she was grateful he’d been willing to comfort her.
“I have no regrets,” she whispered over her shoulder.
“What?” He leaned closer. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I don’t regret what we did.”
His eyes widened, his gaze searching hers. “I don’t either.”
“Good.” She turned to face him fully. “It was . . .”Stupendous. Magnificent. Unforgettable.
One side of his mouth kicked up. “Yeah, it was.”
“It can’t happen again.”
“I—” Rylan shook his head. “What?”
“We can’t do that again. I’m not looking for a relationship. I like you. I think of you as a friend, but we can’t have sex again.”
“O . . . kay.”
“Don’t get me wrong, you were great. It was great. I’m just not interested in a repeat.”
“You’re not interested . . .”
