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Thank God that Hunter is so well trained.
Kayley’s footsteps recede and Hunter follows her, and then a long silence stretches.
Minutes go by with Lola – my Lola, I can’t think of her in any other way – pressed up against me.
Her chest rises and falls as panic streaks through her.
It makes her breasts heave against me.
I have to fight hard to keep my hands from moving up her body, magnetized to her breasts. I have to clench my hands into tight fists to beat back the urge to claim her breasts in my savage’s embrace.
I turn to the door, the effort making me want to howl.
My seed writhes and protests inside of me, demanding to know what I’m doing.
Why the hell am I abandoning my woman, my wet, horny woman, the woman who’s going to give me more children one day?
I should fuck her, hard, ruthlessly, consequences be damned.
I open the door slowly and step into the kitchen. The lights blink on automatically, causing me to squint briefly after so many long minutes confined in the private darkness with Lola.
“Oh, God, that was horrible,” Lola says.
There’s a moan in her voice, wavering between the words. It makes my cock pulse and ache with need for her.
“It was,” I say.
“We can’t do that again,” she murmurs. “Or anything like that. It’s not fair on her.”
“No,” I snarl, “it’s not.”
We pause, both aware of the short space between us. I can still feel her body pressed up against mine, making phantom impressions against my skin. My cock pulses and then I surge across her.
She gasps as I grab her shoulders and pull her against me.
I crush her lips to mine, needing to taste her. She gasps like the naïve college school girl she is, but then her lust gets the better of her and she opens her mouth.
Our tongues swirl around each other. I can taste her toothpaste. I can taste her desire.
I smooth my hands down toward her hips.
But then she pauses, and I do the same, both of us locked in the kiss for a moment longer.
She takes a step back, wincing with the effort as though it causes her pain for us to be separated. She bites her kissed-red lips, causing the base of my cock to give another primal pulse.
I need to fuck that pretty little mouth.
“We—can’t,” she gasps, ever as every nerve in both of us demands us to kiss again, to taste each other in every way imaginable.
I grunt and turn away, striding from the kitchen.
She’s right.
This is wrong.
I forcibly keep my gaze locked forward.
I know that if I look back, even for a moment, I won’t be able to stop myself from blazing across the kitchen and claiming her.
This time I’d lift her onto the counter, tear off her sex-wet pajamas bottoms and explode into her needy glistening hole. I’d fuck her right here, so hard she wouldn’t be able to stop the fountain of thick cream that would come gushing down my cock.
We can’t, she said, and I try to take those words deep inside of me, try to make them real.
But all I can hear is the way she moaned when she came.
All I can think about is how perfect her hips are.
I know that if I manage to fall asleep – which is a big if – my dreams will be filled with Lola tonight.
Chapter Five
Lola
I try to tell myself that last night was a dream as we sit on the covered balcony for breakfast. A heater blasts us with warm air, protecting us from the worst of the chill. Snow laces the air and dapples the estate’s long garden, the trees that border the garden leaden with glorious white dust.
Kayley sits across from me, smiling as she pours herself a glass of OJ.
I return the smile, but I’m achingly aware of Liam sitting to the right of me. He takes a sip of his coffee and I hear the fabric of his suit rustle.
I have to stare hard at my pancakes to stop my gaze from snapping to him, my eyes from flitting over his silver hair and his strong jaw.
I’m too conscious of the way he brought me to orgasm last night, first commanding me to grind against him and then grabbing me and rubbing our bodies together.
I can’t stop my lips from tingling when I remember the kiss, the way he crushed me against him, my breasts crushed against the hard mass of his body.
“You know, I thought I’d be exhausted this morning,” Kayley says, all chipper, breaking my heart. “But there’s something about being home that wakes me up.”
“Something about knowing you’re seeing Ryan today, you mean,” I tease.
Kayley laughs, shrugging. “Okay, you got me. You don’t mind, do you?”
She’s meeting Ryan in town for lunch, at the diner they used to visit when they were high school sweethearts.
