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“No condom,” he said, and it reminded Finn strongly of their first night together.
Her breath was ragged. “I don’t care, Caradoc. We’re both safe and I’m on the pill. Please. I want to feel you.”
What was she doing to him? He spent his life playing the odds and there was never a safe way to have unprotected sex. Not when you were as terrified of unplanned pregnancies as he was. And yet he had no strength to resist her. None.
He thrust into her and felt her buck back against him. Just like that, years of self-control and iron-tight will power evaporated. Just like that, he spilled into her, his cry a guttural sound of acknowledgement. His body had met its match; his soul had found its master.
And he’d never known greater fulfilment nor fear.
Recognition of the importance of
that moment terrified him. How could it not?
He was detached afterwards.
Not intentionally, but his mind was troubled.
Never had he wanted a woman so badly that he’d disobeyed common sense.
He dressed quickly, returning himself to a state of business-readiness in the hope it would obliterate the base pleasure he’d just sought.
He had worked for this day for two years and now he was there, poised to take over a Fortune 500 company and all before lunch.
“I’ll be back later,” he said without meeting her eyes. His mind should have been on the boardroom of people who would, by now, have been seated, drinking coffee, politely waiting for his arrival. But she smelled so good, he longed to pull her into his arms.
Finn didn’t seem to mind that he was barely there with her. Her body was zipping and she felt powerful! She felt alive!
“Shall I organise dinner?” There was a delicious little restaurant downstairs and they’d been working their way through the menu. Though they both preferred to order take out, and eat in the privacy of his apartment, where they could indulge whatever fantasy happened upon them.
“I don’t know.” What had just happened? Had he really fucked Finn without using a condom? Panic curdled his blood. He needed distance. He needed fucking distance! “I’ll be later than that.”
“Oh.” Her face was disappointed. He didn’t look properly, but he knew her now as well as he knew himself. Another fact that sent him spiralling into a well of fear.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Caradoc was at the door to their room. No, his room. This was his apartment. His bedroom. His life. “Don’t wait up, Seraphina.”
He left without a backwards glance and Finn was alone, lurching from pleasure to agony in the space of a moment.
Had she done something wrong? Had she been too demanding?
It was obvious that he had left in a state of shock. Anger. Distraction. Which was it? How was he feeling? She didn’t know how she could fix what had happened if she didn’t know what had upset him.
She lay back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling with every intention of getting up and showering, only satisfaction spread through her body making her limbs heavy and her mind sluggish.
She didn’t sleep.
She couldn’t.
But she lay there remembering, smiling, worrying, frowning. The worry, predictably, began to control all other emotions. He hadn’t even looked at her when he’d left.
He hadn’t smiled.
He hadn’t asked what she’d do with her day.
He had driven her wild, as always, and then he’d left.
How much of this boiled down to Caradoc’s needs? Caradoc’s timing?
Her frown deepened and unhappiness grew, threatening to consume her completely until the sound of the door opening had her sitting bolt upright.
