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Once my cock released its last drop, I rolled us again until I was back on top. Staying inside her, I kept kissing her, thrusting my tongue and cupping her face, mating my mouth with Caroline’s.
Caroline’s mouth.
I groaned and deepened the kiss with slow, wet, lazy strokes, connecting with her in ways I’d never connected with anyone. Tonight was technically our first official kiss. I couldn’t remember if we’d had any mouth-to-mouth action our first two nights together. But then, now I knew without a doubt it was her, and she knew that I knew it was her, and that changed everything.
We didn’t come up for air. We breathed each other in, lips locked until she finally pulled her face away, gasping for breath.
“Oren,” she panted and pressed her brow to my shoulder. “I can’t believe you know—”
“Shut up.” With a savage snarl, I kissed her again, pushing my tongue in ruthlessly, and making her whimper before she eagerly latched back around it and sucked it into her mouth.
We seemed to duel then, fighting each other for more passion, for...hell, I didn’t even know what.
“Fuck,” I muttered, breaking away to slap the mattress beside us. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t believe it’s really you.”
I sat up, needing space to clear my head, but as I ran my fingers through my hair, I could still taste her.
I reached out and flipped on the light, making her gasp and blink, then lift her hand to shade her sensitive eyes.
“Oh, Jesus.” A strange sob tore from my chest. She was so infuriatingly gorgeous. Her hair was a snarled mess from my hands, but it’d never looked better. Her breasts that seemed perfect when they were tucked away inside a shirt, were even better bare and marred with beard burn. Damn, her entire body was just...I started to grow hard again. She was flawless.
I clutched my hair with both hands. “Fucking goddamn shit motherfucker. It really is you.”
Scowling at
me, she yanked my newly clean sheets up to cover her amazing tits. “Well, I am so sorry to disappoint you.”
Her chin lifted regally and I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I was rocking my anger—or more aptly, my fear—too strongly to give into that urge.
“I’m not disappointed,” I bit out, frankly incredulous that she could even think that. “I’m pissed as hell. I promised—I fucking promised—your brother that I would never touch you.”
I swear, a microsecond of guilt flashed across her face before her eyes narrowed. “Well, you can relax. You didn’t touch me. I touched you, remember? I tricked you and came to you; you had no idea—”
I snorted, cutting her off as I shook my head. “Yeah...I have a feeling Gamble won’t see it that way.”
Flopping back against my pillow, I stared up at the ceiling and wondered how the hell I was going to come out of this unscathed. “I’m dead,” I said more to myself than her. “I’m so fucking dead.” Moaning out my predicament, I ran my hands over my face. “Christ, Caroline. He’s going to fucking kill me.”
Ashamed, I bit my lip and turned my attention away from Oren, who was slaughtering me with his perfectly logical accusations.
But really, how could I have done this to him? I’d put him in the worst situation ever. He loved and respected Noel; he’d never want to betray my brother this way. But I’d ignored all that for my own selfish needs. I couldn’t believe what a bitch I was.
Biting my lip, I fought off tears and tried to think up a good enough apology when I noticed the banana sticker he’d put on my hand earlier.
I blinked, staring hard. He’d known who I was when he’d put that there, hadn’t he? He’d known who I was when he’d called Midnight Visitor and arranged tonight’s rendezvous. He’d known who I was when I’d walked into his room tonight, and he’d grabbed me around the waist from behind and carried me to his bed where he’d tossed me onto the mattress. He’d known the entire time he’d ripped off my clothes and put his mouth and hands on me.
That bastard had known, and he was sitting there casting judgment on me?
I clenched my teeth. “If you’re so mad at me for tricking you, then why did you wait until you were inside me to tell me you knew?”
The question threw him off his game. His hands fell away from his head as he blinked up at me. “Because I’m a guy?” He phrased it more as a question than an answer.
I snorted. “Bullshit. Bull freaking shit. You’ve wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted you, and for just as long as I’ve wanted you, too, I bet.”
Growling as he sat upright, he scowled back at me. “Well, obviously I have more impulse control than you do, because I was planning on never acting on those urges. Gamble is one of the best friends I ever had. And the only thing he ever asked me not to do was you. I fully planned on respecting his wishes, damn it. I do not want to betray my best friend.”
I lost my grip on the sheet I was holding up to cover my chest when I set my hands on my hips. “Oh, don’t even pretend to act all holier than thou to me. I will take culpability for the first two nights, but not tonight. And no, you obviously don’t have any more impulse control than I do, because you still slept with me again after finding out who I was.”
When I realized his attention had dropped to my bare chest, I lifted the sheet again. He grabbed them as well, and used the cloth between us to yank me close until we were only inches apart. His eyes flared with anger and heat and his teeth gritted in outrage, right before he said, “Only because two nights with you is not fucking enough.”
