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Shit! He’s got me beat. I can feel it. He sees right through my bluff.
We lay them down at the same time. As I suspected, he’s beaten me with a pair of jacks.
He laughs devilishly. His index finger slides my cards around in circles on the carpet. He looks up from under his long brown lashes. “Who’s losing their shirt?”
Shit! It’s that or my underwear. I’m starting to remove my shirt when Tug yanks on the hem. His eyes glimmer with a hit of uncertainly. “Not yet. Drink first.”
I shoot him an annoyed look. He smiles. His lips glance at my mouth. I down the shot before ripping my blouse over my head. Tug’s eyes go wide as he sucks in a ragged breath. His brown eyes sweep over my chest. I focus on his parted lips as he swallows hard. I blush as the slow ache of desire stews inside me. It surprises me. I might me on the verge of drunk, but I want him to touch me.
His chest heaves a deep breath before he clears his throat and sits up straight. “I think you should put your clothes on. I’ll call you a cab.”
I crawl over the cards until our faces touch. His lips rest ever so slightly on mine. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but it feels right. “I don’t want to get dressed.” I utter the words in a whispered breath. “And I’m not leaving.” I close my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me. I know he wants to. The kiss never comes.
“Jesus, Tori.” Tug hops up to his feet and offers a hand. “Put your goddamn clothes on.”
I take his hand and stand up. My nearly naked chest presses against his hard body. I haven’t felt this needy in a long time.
Ignoring his request for me to dress, I start unbuttoning Tug’s shirt from the top. My hands slide under the cotton. I smooth my palms over his chest muscles. His breathing becomes shallow. I plant kisses on his exposed chest. I have no idea why being with Tug feels so right, but it does. I’m done questioning it. My fingers work on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “I want you.”
His hands cover mine, stopping me from releasing any more buttons. His dark brown eyes burn with desire as they rake over my features. “Tori. We’re not kids anymore.” One of his hands moves to my lower back. His palm pushes into my back, pulling me closer. I feel his erection through his pants as it presses into my stomach. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His voice is a low growl against my cheek.
I lower my hands and undo his belt buckle. His breath hitches when I reach down and cover the length of him with my palm. “You want me. I know you do.”
He groans. “I do, but this is careless.”
“I don’t care,” I whisper as I drag my tongue over his earlobe. “I feel dead. It should have been me.”
He grips my face firmly in his hands. His deep brown eyes burrow into me as he grits his teeth together. “Don’t say that!” His thumbs stroke gently over my cheekbones. “Don’t you ever fucking say that!”
“Make me feel alive again.” My tongue reaches out to slowly lick his bottom lip. “I want to feel again. Please.”
His hands fall from my face to grip both of my arms just above the elbows. “Tori, you have to stop, because I can’t.” He gives me a gentle shake. “I’m not the guy I used to be.” His nostrils flare as he breathes in deep through his nose. “If you push this, I won’t stop it. I will fuck you.”
“I’m pushing,” I challenge him without hesitation as I continue to stroke his arousal through his slacks.
“Fuck!” Tugs lips slide delicately across mine. I can see the shift in his eyes. He’s going to go through with this, and so am I. “You smell incredible.” His eyes travel over my skin as his hands slide up my arms, circling my shoulders. “You have the most beautiful skin.”
I should be stopping this, but the line is blurry. I know it’s there, but I can’t see it. Maybe I don’t want to see it. It’s doesn’t matter. I’m not stopping.
A moan escapes me as I hurriedly undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. I slide it over his shoulders and down his arms. It falls to the floor. My lips find his bare chest as I peer up at him. He grabs my face. Our eyes lock for a second before his lips crash into mine. He forces me backward until I slam up against the wall. His hand slips into my panties. I let out a whimper as he shoves them down roughly. I wiggle free from them and kick them aside. He grabs my thigh, wrapping my leg around his waist. My fingers lower to the button on his slacks. I tear it free before I lower his zipper. He shoves his pants and his boxers to the ground before lifting me up and pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss. I wrap him up in my legs as his hands find my hips. He lowers me onto his ready cock. There is no further foreplay. I’m ready for him. He slides into me with a groan before slamming me hard into the wall. His hips thrust into me repeatedly as he fucks me. It’s raw and primal, and exactly what I need. The slow buildup heats my core and travels down my thighs as the climax overtakes me. Tug groans loudly before driving forward one last time. He erupts inside me with a growl. Just as he finishes, I feel hot tears leaving my eyes.
I’m alive.
I feel something.
Regret.
What have I done?
Tug pulls back. His eyes widen when he gets a look at my face. “Jesus, are you crying?”
I nod and suck back a sob. I’m so fucking stupid! Shame and guilt have a firm grip on my throat.
“Fuck! I knew this was a bad idea.” He sounds so angry. I hate myself. I don’t know what to do. “Goddamn it!”
Tug lifts me off him and sets me down gently. He picks up my panties from the floor before lifting me up in his arms again. I lay my head on his shoulder. He walks us into his bedroom. My body trembles. Why did I let this happen? He doesn’t speak, and my mind is too clouded to care why. This is so wrong, but it’s done. No going back. He sets me on the bed before opening a dresser drawer and pulling out a white T-shirt.
He slips the fresh T-shirt on over my head. I feed my arms through, biting my quivering lip. “Stand up.” I do as he says, and he holds my panties out for me. I step into them. He drags them into position before kissing me on top of my head. A small sob leaves my lips. I’ve hurt him. He hasn’t said it, but he doesn’t have to. I can see it all over his face. He draws back the covers on the bed and tells me to get in. I do as he says. When my head hits the pillow, he pulls the duvet up to my shoulders and slides in next to me. He rolls to his side and nestles in close to me. His hand strokes the side of my head. He sighs like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t.
