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As she crawled into bed, the neckline of her shirt hanging low to give me a full show of her cleavage, I pushed the sheet aside. We were both well past the point of stopping by the time she put her hand on my chest, and I let my control snap.
Sitting up, I roughly pulled her on top of me. She straddled me and rubbed herself, soaking wet panties and all, along my hardness. Pulling down the neck of her tank top, I put so much stress on the seams that the strap snapped and her breast swung free. She moaned my name as I took her whole nipple in my mouth. Rolling it around on my tongue, scraping it with my teeth, I held nothing back as my fingers dug into her back.
I felt like a man possessed. Never in my life had I taken her in anger. We’d had our fights, and I’d been annoyed, but this was a different beast entirely. The storm that whipped up into a frenzy outside couldn’t hold a candle to the mess brewing between us.
If this was my last chance to have her, she would remember me. She would remember that I was the only man who could melt that ice, who could drive her to the brink of insanity with pleasure, who could give her the orgasms that shattered her over and over.
Jillian fought me for control. She reached between us, circled me with her hands, and squeezed until I was moaning under her, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of giving in. I ripped the other strap and licked her sensitive nipples until she released me and begged me for more.
I had won. She came to my bed. She was begging me, and now I would take my prize.
The thunder vibrated the whole house as I dragged the crotch of her panties aside and pushed up inside her. As she rode me, her cries threatened to drown out the storm, and I muffled her with a kiss. A hot and desperate kiss that was designed to force her submission, but somewhere along the way, I let my control slip. I got lost in that kiss, in the warm heat that welcomed me, and I stumbled.
She stopped moving, pulled away, and stared down at me. Desperate to free themselves, the words were on the tip of my tongue.
I love you. I’m sorry. Please stay.
Three sentences. That was all that needed to come out, but I could see the pain so clearly in her eyes. Even in the pleasure that I was giving her, she was hurting.
I had done that to her. If she stuck around, how else would I hurt her trying to prove that I loved her? When would the happiness in her eyes die out, just like it did before? When would she curl up inside herself and hide from me?
Disgust ripped through me, and I slammed her down again. She was slick with sweat and crying out in ecstasy as my hands roamed her body. Lightning cut through the sky, and I could see the beauty of her face as she splintered around me. The trembles had nothing to do with the storm, and they were my undoing. With a hoarse moan, I plunged inside her one last time and found my release.
The storm outside died down as suddenly as it began, and she fell limp across me. Our harsh breathing filled the void in the darkness, but neither of us said anything.
Slowly, she slid off me and climbed from the bed. I forced myself to close my eyes so I didn’t see her walking out.
So I didn’t have to see her leaving me.
The papers were signed. Just like that. A few strokes of the pen and the love of my life was no longer my wife. I felt completely dead inside as I looked across the table at her. Her eyes were blank as she stared back.
“So, that’s it then,” I said dully. “I guess it’s over.”
“I guess so.”
Her hands trembled, and after a second, she stood, turned, and walked out.
Inside, I screamed for her to come back, but what did it matter?
It was done. Just like that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jillian
The sounds of the city that used to comfort me so much were now keeping me awake. Leaning against the window with a warm cup of tea in my hands, I stared out through the glass. The lights from below threw a haze over the night sky, and I could no longer stare at the stars. The never-ending sound of cars from the highway drowned out any hope of listening to nature.
And my bed was empty.
It was my second night back home. I’d tossed and turned so much during that first night that I ended up sleeping on the couch, but tonight I was determined to crawl into my bed no matter what. I’d learned a long time ago to live without Brendan. I could do it again.
