I kiss her needy and reckless, and she groans when I slip my tongue into her warm, inviting mouth. She presses her peaked nipples to my chest, and I can feel my resolve gravitating away.
My head is spinning, and I’m having trouble making rational decisions, but this can’t happen.
I break the kiss, and her eyes grow wide.
I’m breathing like I just ran a mile. Melanie’s breath is harsh and ragged, mimicking mine. I want to keep kissing her. I want to haul her off to the bedroom and fuck her all night. But I don’t.
I back away letting unwanted space between us. “We can’t do this.”
Her eyes squeeze shut for a few seconds and she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. After she opens her baby blues, they’re glistening with tears, making me feel like shit. I can’t lead this woman on. She bounces off the couch flustered, raising her chin at me. “It’s fine, Chase. No need to explain. There’s a pillow and blanket in the closet. Goodnight,” she stomps down the hallway like an obstinate child.
She’s so adorable when she’s pissed.