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I want this.
But I don’t know what he is thinking or why he is doing this.
He isn’t sure about his feelings for me and I know a partially drunk kiss can destroy our friendship.
But I find myself unable to stop him when he presses me against the door, his large hands caressing my neck, my cheeks, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing over my lower lip as he stares at it, his eyes showing a desire that makes me rub my legs together as I grow wet.
His mouth is gentle when it descends on mine. He sips from me, makes love to my mouth in a way that has me clutching at his coat, wanting him to take me here, against my open door.
I moan as I feel my pussy clench with emptiness, wanting his cock inside me. I feel the bulge in his pants harden, and I rub against it, throwing all reasoning out the window as his tongue demands entrance into my mouth.
I part my lips, and he takes his time, exploring the crevices of my mouth. His tongue is hot and wet, and as he moves it inside me, I feel my knees turn weak.
I moan his name, and finally, he pulls away from me.
Our breathing is fast and shallow and as we stare at each other, not knowing what to say. Ian opens his mouth, and I immediately say, “Don’t.”
I don’t want to hear his apology. I don’t want words to go with the regret that is now filling his eyes.
For the first time since I realized that my feelings for Ian went beyond friendship into dangerous waters, I let him see my feelings, the vulnerability that I have never once let slip out. I let him see my emotions, and I see the dawning realization on his face, followed by panic.
He takes a step back, shaking his head, a slight jerk, and turns on his heel and leaves.
Feeling like somebody has just jerked the rug from under my feet, I take a step back and close the door. My eyes dry, I s
tare blankly at the door, ordering myself not to cry.
I knew something like this would be a bad idea.
I should have stepped back.
I should have slammed the door shut in his face.
I should have done anything but let him kiss me.
I walk slowly to the bed, my mind in shambles, the tearing pain in my heart so sharp that I curl up in a ball and weep like a baby.
What a fool was I that I thought for even a second that letting him see my feelings would make him stay.
Ian is gone the next morning.
No goodbye or message.
Just gone.
I soldier through my breakfast with George, and later Jenna approaches me. “You okay? You looked so distracted during the breakfast meeting.”
I sip the coffee I ordered in the hotel lobby and sit there with my laptop, staring at the numbers without seeing anything. “Yeah. I went drinking last night. Stupid decision.”
Jenna gives me a sympathetic smile. “Well, we all make them. Luckily, George doesn’t exactly seem like a morning person, so he was pretty much out of it himself.” She is about to leave when she makes a small sound. “Oh, I forgot! This came for you.”
I look at the square box that she holds out. “Oh. Who’s it from?”
Jenna shrugs and winks. “Secret admirer, perhaps?”
“Perhaps,” I echo, slowly, and take the box from her. I wait until she is gone to open it.
A small heart-shaped candy.
