Page 46 of Destroyed With You

Maybe I just want Winston.

I slide out of bed and walk in my tank top and panties to the couch. I expect him to be asleep, so I’m surprised to see him still fully dressed and propped on his side. He’s wearing earphones as he watches a movie on his phone. I glance at the screen and recognize it right away — To Catch a Thief.

I can’t help but smile. It was one of our favorite movies to watch together, curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

He must hear me, because he turns over, then frowns. He takes out the earphones, then puts them and his phone on the table as he sits up. “Are you okay?”

I don’t answer, and I see concern flicker in his eyes. “Linda?”

He starts to stand, but I reach out and push him back. Then I move forward and straddle him. My eyes lock on his as I try to read his thoughts. As I pray he won’t push me away.

“What is this?” he asks, as his fingertip brushes my lower lip.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “A one-off, maybe. We can’t— we can’t go back to the way we were. That’s gone. And it was never real in the first place. A shadow built on a lie.” I draw in a shaky breath. “But even so, we never got to say goodbye.”

“So this is an ending?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him again. “All I know is that I want you inside me. Is that terrible? Would I just be using you?”

“Using each other,” he says, brushing my lower lip. “I don’t think it would be terrible at all.”

My heart flutters and my skin heats with the glow of lust. “Winston,” I say. “Please.”

This time he presses that finger to my lips and shakes his head. Then he reaches down and pulls my tank top up. It comes off easily, and he tosses it aside. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples tighten more in response to his gaze than to the cool air.

I bite my lower lip, forcing myself not to beg him to touch me. I trust him to know what he’s doing. After all, there was never a day when Winston’s touch didn’t make me feel amazing.

Now is no exception, and when he reaches out to cup my breast, his thumb brushing lightly over my nipple, I lean my head back and gasp from the sweet sensation of the electric heat slicing through my body, a straight shot from my nipple to my sex.

His mouth closes over my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple. I slide my hands down his back, wanting to feel him, and I sigh in pleasure when my fingers slip beneath his untucked shirt to find the bare skin of his back.

He lifts his mouth from my breast, then kisses me. Softly at first, then harder and deeper, his tongue warring with mine as his hand slips down, lower and lower, until his fingers are inside my panties.

I whimper as he brushes my clit. “Take them off,” I say, but he ignores me, instead teasing me with his fingers as his tongue does the same with my mouth. I want to make demands—deeper, harder—but I’m lost in a haze of sensuality. My body tightening. Needing. I want him inside him, and yet this is incredible. The intimacy of his mouth. The feel of his fingers. And—oh, God—the wild, crazed need that bursts over me as his fingers fill me.

“That’s it, sugar. You’re so damn wet. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How powerful it makes me feel to see you like this, wanting me? Demanding all the pleasure I can give you?”

“Yes,” I murmur. It’s the only word I can manage.

“Will you do something for me, baby?”

“Anything.”

His fingers tease, and I grind against them, my clit rubbing his hand as his fingers thrust deeper.

“Come for me, darlin’. Come for me right now.”

Chapter Sixteen

Winston moaned as Linda cried out, her body clenching around his fingers as if his words really had sent her over the top. He was so hard now it was painful. And it wasn’t even that he’d gone so long without touching a woman.

No, it was this woman. Linda. The woman he’d once craved every moment of every day. The woman he’d mourned so damn deeply. And here she was alive and in his arms and it was as if he wanted to both celebrate her being here and punish her for leaving him in the first place.

She sighed, her body ceasing to tremble, and her eyes fluttering open. “I want more,” she whispered. “Not just your fingers.” She shifted position, leaning in to kiss him as she straddled his leg.

“No,” he whispered.

She leaned back, and he saw the hesitation in her eyes.