Page 61 of Wait for Him

"Because we're drunk."

"We've been drunk together before."

"I guess that's true." She swallowed, and for a second I thought she might finally step away. "We're friends."

The word sat between us doing absolutely nothing useful.

"Yeah," I said. "We are."

I reached up and brushed the wet hair away from her neck. Goosebumps scattered across her skin beneath my fingers, and her breath caught softly enough that I might've missed it if I hadn't been paying attention to every fucking thing she did.

"We're really good friends," she added, as if perhaps the first attempt hadn't been legally binding enough.

I smiled. "The best."

That finally pulled a small laugh out of her, but she didn't move away. Instead, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, slowly enough that either one of us could've stopped what was happening and neither of us did.

There are moments when you can still pretend you don't know where something is going.

That wasn't one of them.

I grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist.

My hands gripped her hips, fingers spread wide across her ass, and for a long second neither of us said anything. We just stared at each other like one of us was eventually going to remember this was a terrible fucking idea and put a stop to it.

Neither of us did.

Rose tightened her thighs around me and lifted herself slightly before settling back against me, slow enough that I felt every inch of the movement, and I knew she had to feel every fucking inch of me. Her mouth opened on a soft moan and my grip on her tightened instinctively, jaw clenched hard enough to ache while whatever remained of my good judgment quietly packed its shit and left.

I knew what this made me. The married man. The cheat. The dog. I knew every name waiting for me on the other side of this and exactly what I'd think of a man doing what I was doing if I were standing anywhere except inside my own skin.

None of it stopped me.

Worse, I didn't want it to.

I widened my stance and pulled her tighter against me, finally giving up on the pathetic attempt to hide how badly I wanted her. Her fingers plunged into my hair as my hips moved with hers, and the friction between us built until both of our breathing had gone rough and uneven.

Still, we didn't say a word to each other.

That's the part that has stayed with me more than anything.

All that time of wanting each other, and when it finally broke loose, neither of us trusted a single fucking word to it. Our mouths were inches apart, open, sharing breath, but neither of us said the thing that would've made any of it real.

Because real would've required tomorrow.

Real would've required explanations.

Real would've meant admitting this wasn't some drunken mistake that could be shoved into the same locked drawer as the hotel room and never mentioned again.

So we stayed silent and let everything else speak for us.

I backed her against the wall of the pool as our rhythm picked up, water sloshing over the edge while whatever control I'd been hanging onto finally gave out. One arm stayed wrapped around her waist, the other hand curved around the back of her neck as I pulled her tighter against me and moved with her, harder now, past the point of pretending either of us was going to stop.

Her arms locked around my neck, and I reached past her to grip the edge of the pool on either side of her. The leverage only made things worse. Or better. Fuck if I knew anymore. I just knew I couldn't get enough of the way she moved against me, the way her breathing kept breaking apart until every breath turned into a moan against my skin and her fingernails dug into the back of my neck.

Her back arched, dragging her chest against mine, and I felt the exact moment everything changed. Her whole body went taut in my arms before she wrapped herself tighter around me and buried her face against my neck, muffling her screams into my skin while I held on.

That small, trembling, fierce body coming apart against mine was all it took, and I went right over the edge behind her with absolutely no say in it.