“Why?”
“Because if you don’t… soon, I’m going to kiss you, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to stop.”
I know I should tell him to leave, but I don’t want him to.
“Fuck, in my dreams, we have a beautiful family.” He whispers. Seeing this side of him still shocks me.
“I’ve dreamt of you every night since.” I match his tone, not really sure if I’m making any sense. Knowing that all of this isn’t fair to either of us.
“You sure you wanna do this?” He asks as he takes another step into me. His hand sliding up my side.
“Do what?” I whisper. I can’t think about anything but the way he smiles when we’re naked in bed together, the way he smells when I wake up in the middle of the night, how his hands cause gooseflesh where ever they touch.
“Get married. My bike’s right outside.” He smirks at me again, shrugging his shoulder towards the door.
“Is that what you really want to do?”
“No.”
“Then ask what you want too.”
“I don’t want to ask you anything.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
“I want to carry you out of here, take you home, and fuck you until you understand you will always be mine.”
“What about a compromise?” I whisper, looking up and biting my lip and my hands have a mind of their own as they pull him by his belt into me. His mouth crashing down to mine. I open his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
Pulling away from me, he takes a step back, turns around, shakes his head, as if he needs to distance himself to say what he needs to, and pants out. “Are you sure? Remember, I’m not a good guy. I’ll completely take advantage of this situation.”
“Zane.” I whisper and I reach around my body, unzipping my dress, and letting it slip down my arms and body. It falls into a pool of fabric around me.
“What?” he says, his back still to me.
“Turn around.” I husk out.
Listening to me, he turns, looking at me as I reach behind myself once more and unhooking the strapless bra and letting it drop to the ground. “I want you to take advantage.”
“Holy fuck.” He groans out as he toes his boots off his feet before letting his jeans fall to the ground. Shrugging off his kutte, placing it on the chair before pulling his shirt up over his head. Stepping into me, my eyes trail up his body and he stalks towards me, his hands sliding down my back as he cups my ass and lifts me up, sitting me on the countertop. His feet stepping to the center of my dress that lies flat on the ground, a perfect circle formed around his feet.
“This is new.” I trail my fingers over the tattoo that sits over his heart. “Burn it all.” I whisper over the words he spoke to me months ago, trailing my finger over the lighter that sits on top of it. I look up at him and he nods his head. My vision becoming blurry as I contemplate it all.
Reaching up, I grab onto the back of his neck, pulling him into me, his lips slamming to mine as he pulls my panties to the side and I feel him pushing inside of me. His arms come around my body, his hand pressing against my back as he presses inside of me. My back arching and my head falling back as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing until he bites down on my collarbone. A slight whimper coming out.
“Look at me.” He whispers. Tilting my chin up to look at him, forcing our eyes to lock. This time is nothing like any other time that I’ve been with Zane. He thrusts into me as we continue to stare at one another and it feels like I can almost see into him, even more than the last time. He lets all of his walls down. I can see his soul. See him for who he really is.
I know, in this moment, even if I can never tell him I’m in love with him, somehow he’ll know. For this moment, I let myself imagine how my life could be if I ran off with him, if I let him help, if I chose me above anyone else, even him.
“Tatum,” he whispers. I know what he’s thinking. I can see it in his eyes. He’s pleaded with me last time not to tell him.
“Don’t.” I whisper out. “Please, don’t.”
He closes his eyes as he exhales and pulls me into him. Gripping a hold of me as his thrusts are determined, methodical.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper into his ear. “You don’t have to say it, I already know, but I can’t hear you say it out loud.”
Pulling away, he looks at me, nodding his head, the pain written all over his face.
