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“About this? No.”
Lauren thought his answer was a little too fast, a little too firm, but she let it go as he rolled towards her and kissed her, sliding his hand along her side. The feel of his skin against hers gave Lauren chills, but she squirmed loose. She needed a moment, a modicum of distance. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The air was cool and goosebumps appeared on her arms.
“I’m getting some water,” she said. “Want any?” She grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it on. She was almost at the bedroom door by the time Danny said yes.
Ice crackled in her glass as the water hit the cubes. Lauren took a deep drink, a droplet of water escaping and running down her chin. She pressed her head against the cool metal of the stainless-steel refrigerator, unsure what to think. Even after all these years, he remembered all the ways she liked to be touched. The awkwardness of youth and inexperience was gone, replaced by a maturity and worldliness.
She thought about the passion they’d shared, and the memory of him inside her made her tremble. It had been a long time since being with someone had brought her that much joy. But at what cost? His marriage? His sons? What was she thinking? Her throat tightened, making it hard to swallow.
Back in the bedroom, she found Danny sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window towards the city. Lauren settled behind him. She kissed his shoulder as she handed him the glass. After taking a drink, he put it on the nightstand. Lauren slid her arms around his chest and rested her chin on his shoulder, sharing the view of the park and cityscape.
She squeezed him a little tighter. Danny shifted and twisted around, gently pushing Lauren back down on the bed. Her worries dried up, forgotten again as she lost herself in the way he was looking at her. Everything she wanted, everything she missed, was in those eyes. Lauren moved her hands from Danny’s back, down his arms, and back again as he kissed her throat and her shoulders with rough lips.
She arched beneath his hands and let out a sigh that transformed into a moan as Danny’s mouth eased down her body, planting lingering kisses along the way to her hip and back up until he reached her throat. Digging her fingers into the sheets, she wondered if he could feel her heart pounding.
“You’re even more beautiful now than you were back then,” he said as he rubbed a thumb against her cheek.
Now.
The word, bright and sharp, hooked Lauren. All they had was now. This moment. And she didn’t want to waste any of it.
She kissed him, ferocious, and leaned forward, pushing Danny down on the mattress. He offered a token resistance before he relented. Astride him, Lauren ran her fingernails from his waist to his chest. Letting her fingers graze back and forth over his nipples, she felt his entire body tighten. His fingertips felt rough as they trailed up her thighs and over her waist, along her ribs, until he cupped her breasts in his hands. A soft moan escaped her as she was consumed by her desires.
He twisted a little and she moved back, giving him the room to raise himself up. As he teased her with his fingers and tongue, Lauren ran her fingernails up his sides and down his chest. Raising up slightly, she leaned her weight forward and he resisted, tightening his arms to hold her close against him. He felt solid and strong.
“Lie back,” she whispered, gently nipping at his earlobe.
He complied, letting her weight carry them both down to the mattress. The moment they did, she moved against him, surrounding him. She savored the feeling of him inside her, but even better was hearing him groan and call out her name.
“Say my name again,” she said, rocking against him.
Instead, Danny grabbed her hips, stilling her. He looked lost and unsure. Lauren put her hands over his, working at his fingers until he laced them with hers. She waited while emotions she couldn’t name played across his face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You don’t want to listen to me,” he said.
Lauren could swear she saw a flash of tears in his eyes. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it. “What are you talking about? I love hearing your voice.”
He worked his jaw but said nothing.
Lauren leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. She nipped his earlobe and whispered, “Talk to me, Danny. Tell me what you want.”
Danny thought he might die. Whatdidhe want? Did he even really know? He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had asked him that—or if they’d listened to his answer. But in that moment, he wanted Lauren. He wanted to give himself over to her. Let all his walls down and abandon any sense of restraint. Feel as free as he did when he was younger—before grown-up responsibilities anchored him down. He hesitated, and when he looked up, he saw Lauren mouth the word “anything.”
Danny threw caution to the wind. “I want to shout your name when I finish.”
He expected Lauren to laugh at his simple request. It wasn’t particularly racy or unusual, but he’d been shushed for so long. Instead, she studied him, and he saw something in her eyes that said she understood. She knew there was a deeper meaning behind the request. Then a sensual smile spread across her face that thrilled Danny to his core.
As she moved along his length, controlling the tempo, Danny gave himself to her with abandon. He held on as long as he could, not wanting it to end, and when he finally came, he bellowed Lauren’s name into the night before collapsing against the mattress, completely spent. By the time they curled up together, sleepy and sated, it was three in the morning.
When Danny opened his eyes again, the sun had taken the moon’s place and bright light cascaded through the window. For a split second, he wondered, had last night had been a crazy fever dream. No. He was in a huge, king-sized bed, naked, with Lauren sleeping next to him, her hair a dark, wild mess splashed across the ivory pillowcase.
His heart leaped and then dropped into an abyss as ice washed through his veins, and the events of the past twenty-four hours crashed down around him.
What have I done?
He’d slept with Lauren—started the affair that his wife had been accusing him of for weeks. His stomach clenched, anger, guilt and uncertainty mingling into a sour ball that weighed him down. Heather had left him. Taken his sons and left. Even though he hadn’t slept with Lauren until last night, he couldn’t blame Heather—he was the reason she’d left.
