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“It means that I thought I could handle being with you sexually, without any emotion behind it or promises of what comes next. But I can’t. You were right, I am naïve. But only when it comes to you.”
My heart stops. Or that’s what it feels like, at least. I reach out a hand for her, but she takes a step back, evading my touch. Confusion is a blaring noise in my mind as I begin to wonder what this reaction I’m feeling means. What this anger and frustration means and why I want to scoop her up in my arms and hold her there.
“You knew who I was before we started this,” is all I can say.
She nods, her bottom lip quivering. “You’re right. And there’s nothing we can do about it now but keep to the agreement you made with me the first time we slept together. This stops here. What happened at that restaurant only solidified why we could never bring this home with us.”
I don’t like hearing that, and I grow more frustrated with myself. I’m being handed an out, a clean break, and I’m second-guessing why I even laid down that rule in the beginning. It’s stupid. Absolutely mind-boggling.
“We still have time. Our flight isn’t until tomorrow.” It comes out in a rush, leaving me no chance to stop myself.
“You’re not hearing me, Tyler,” she murmurs, her voice breaking. “It hurts me to only have you like this. I want more.”
In a rush, I’m in front of her, my arms wrapped around her shoulders as I pull her into my chest. Her exhale is shaky.
“If this is the only time I let myself have you, I’m not walking away a day early.” I’m too much of a selfish bastard. I could never deny that, especially when I know it will only make the separation harder on her. But we’re already here. She’s already in my arms, and after a lifetime of denying myself happiness, I don’t want to miss this chance when it’s right in front of me.
Gracie Hutton might be my blind spot, but right now, she’s the only thing I can see.
“One last time, princess. Just one more time and we can forget this trip ever happened and go back to normal.”
Her cheek slides across my chest, the material of my T-shirt becoming damp. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Please.” It’s a warbled plea. I’m panicking, suddenly swimming in the fear of watching her walk away.
She tips her head back and looks at me, our eyes catching. I can see every emotion written in hers and wish she could do the same with mine. If she knew that for the first time in years, I’m genuinely scared of something—of someone—maybe she would say yes. Maybe she would understand.
I skate my stare over her face before leaning in and brushing the tip of my nose against hers. She inhales. “Give us one more night. After that, move on with your life. Go find someone who can give you what I can’t.”
She answers me by covering my mouth with hers. I sigh into the kiss but don’t break it. The last thing I want is to stop kissing her.
My heart shakes the chains around it as I pick her up and carry her to the bed. Setting her down on the edge of it, I start to remove her clothes, starting with the top and then pulling down the shorts that I plan on tossing off the balcony after we’re done.
She stays silent the entire time, watching with shy eyes as I finish and then step back, reaching behind my head and pulling my shirt off. My shorts and briefs come next.
As soon as I’m naked, she’s moving back on the bed and laying her head on a cream-coloured pillow. I move over her, settling between her legs.
Gracie shudders beneath me when my fingers brush her nipples, circling them with the pad of my thumb. I watch them harden from my touch and swallow the lump in my throat.
“Tyler,” she whimpers, arching her chest. I cover her breasts with my hands, loving the soft feel of them against the calloused palms.
I drag my cock along her sex, rock hard from our simple touching. Like me, she’s already turned on. With every pass of me across her puffed lips, she gets slicker, and it becomes harder to avoid slipping inside.
“I know. I know, baby,” I rasp.
It feels intense, like suffocating in open air. I want to rub at the ache in my chest, desperate to make it go away.
Her fingers find my hair, curling in the strands and using them as leverage to pull me close. “I need you inside of me.”
I nod because I need the same thing. Reaching between us, I line myself up with her entrance and slowly push in, breaching her inner walls. She clenches around me, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
She whimpers, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. Her legs wrap around me, keeping me close, and when I pull out, she’s reaching for me, like she can’t stand even the slightest distance between us.
I don’t say anything about it. Not when I understand exactly what she’s feeling.
We move together in sync, our breathing matching and touches just as needy. She’s weaseling herself further into my chest with each thrust, and by the time she’s crying out in release, my thoughts are poisoned with thoughts of keeping her with me after we’re done.
Long after.
