“I think I’m in love with you,” I whispered hoarsely.
There was a second where I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. That second felt like hours as my heart pounded so hard I thought he could hear it.
Then he moved. He took one big step and I was in his arms, his lips crashing down on mine.
He kicked the door shut as he pulled me so tight against him I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. His tongue swept past my lips; his taste, the sweetest I’d ever had.
I’d imagined kissing him more times than I could possibly count. The reality was a million times better.
He backed us toward the bed, his hands grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off. I did the same with him, my hands roaming the plane of his broad muscular chest.
He made a deep rumbling sound as his tongue tasted my neck.
We tore at each other’s clothes, the pent-up sexual tension electric as we sought to devour each other.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned when he got the first look at my bare breasts, before his mouth moved to feast on each nipple.
I grasped his biceps, trying like hell to remain standing. I managed to unclasp his belt buckle, wanting more than anything to taste him.
He slipped my panties down my legs, sliding down my body and to his knees. His expression was fathomless as he looked up at me.
I sucked in a ragged breath as his tongue swept over my core. He feasted on me, devoured me in a way I’d never experienced.
“I’m going to fall,” I gasped.
“I won’t let you,” he rumbled.
He had me on the brink in seconds. I cried out his name as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had swept through me.
He rose back to his feet and took my mouth again, his hands grabbing my backside and squeezing with another low groan of appreciation.
“Condom?” he demanded.
“I don’t have any,” I panted.
“I do, one second,” he replied, his tone harsh with lust as he stalked out of the room.
I bit my lip, my heart hammering in my chest as I waited for the moment I’d dreamed about to become a reality.
I waited, naked, for what felt like an eternity. With every moment that passed, I grew more and more anxious. After a few minutes, I grabbed my robe and went in search of him.
I found him fully dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed.
My heart sank deep into the pit of my stomach.
“Hey, you okay? What happened?” I asked with quiet dread.
“I’m sorry Sam, I….” He appeared at a loss for words.
I swallowed hard against the razor blades suddenly piercing my throat. “You don’t want me,” I stated flatly.
He shook his head, his blue eyes flooded with emotion as he managed to look up at me. “No, it’s not that. Christ. I’m sorry.”
He rose, brushing past me, and headed out to the living room.
“Sid,” I rasped, my eyes following him as he grabbed his keys and walked through the front door.
He didn’t even look back.
