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But I can’t deny the way my heart squeezed when she walked in the room. Her dark, wet hair piled on her head; her entire body enveloped by the hotel’s one-size-fits-all robe. Plush, pink lips that I had memorized every detail of in the early hours of the morning.
Now, staring up into her huge brown eyes, watching her fingers fidget with the tie of her robe, I try to tamp down the desire that led us here in the first place.
I didn’t touch her last night, not like I wanted to. There was a point when I had her beneath me, the teeth of my zipper nearly imprinted on my dick just from kissing her, that I knew I couldn’t take it any further. I wanted her bad, but she was a mixture of very drunk and exhausted; that had me tucking her beneath the sheets instead of sliding between her legs.
And now I’m talking about orgasms as headache cures. Clearly, this woman has the capacity to short circuit my brain.
Fuck.
I might as well explain it now that I’ve put it out there.
“The chemical release from an orgasm is supposed to help with a headache.”
“Oh.” Her teeth capture her bottom lip. “I had no idea.”
I’m determined to do my part to help us undo last night’s mistake. I’m confident I can make it right. Right now, all I want to do is make Emma feel better, and if touching her,tastingher is part of that, then it’s a win-win for both of us.
“Do you want it?” My voice is low, and there’s almost a growl to it. It’s not my usual tone, but reminds me of the way I talked to her last night when we were dancing. The way I murmured praise in her ear when she followed my lead.
Good girl.
That’s it.
Just like that.
And how I could tell she liked it when her body quivered against mine. I watch the tremble move through her now, her shoulders, then hips shaking as it moves down her spine.
“Yes,” she whispers and I have to restrain myself from immediately yanking on the belt of her robe to pull her closer.
But then, Emma reaches for the knot of her belt and unties it.
The ties fall to her sides and the robe parts slightly, exposing a sliver of Emma’s nakedness. I can see there’s nothing under her robe but smooth, taut skin. Slowly, I lift my hands to hold each side of her robe, then I move the thick cotton aside to expose her.
At the sight of her, my pulse starts pounding against my neck and every muscle in my body tenses. I feast on her nakedness with the starving eyes of a celibate man.
I haven’t been with a woman like this in years. Six to be exact. And Emma? She’s perfection. Small breasts with tight rosy nipples, curvy, luscious hips and neatly-trimmed patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs. Saliva pools in my mouth just thinking about licking her there.
With my heart pulsing in my ears, I can’t decide what to do first.
My hand moves to her belly where my eyes snag on the gold band around my finger. For a brief moment, my breath catches at the sight. The wedding band Emma placed on my finger last night now pressing against her naked skin.Mine. That would be the caption of the photo of this moment.
But she’s not mine. Not really. She’ll get on a plane tomorrow and after a few exchanged texts and emails about the annulment, I’ll never see her again. This is all we’ll have.
The thought makes me feel desperation and relief at the same time. Emma’s exactly the kind of woman I could see myself with, but I’m not ready for her. This is all I have to give right now.
I shake the thought loose, and sink back into the moment.
With my finger pads grazing over her skin, her stomach quivers. My dick responds by swelling against my zipper. There’s no doubt I’ll be taking care of myself later to the memory of Emma.
My hands slide up her ribcage while my nose finds the nook of her neck. Her skin feels like silk under my rough palms. And fuck, she smells good. A light perfume, something floral with a hint of sweetness.
My thumb sweeps over her hardened peak, and Emma’s body jolts forward, her knees knocking into mine. She lets out an audible gasp that has me pulling back.
“Is this okay?” I ask, pressing my thumb pad against her tight nipple. “I want to lick you here.”
She gives an affirming nod, so I spread my legs and pull her closer.
With me sitting on the bed, her height makes it easy to lower my head and kiss the swell of her breast. My hands grip her ribcage, holding her where I want her. Then, moving one hand to cradle the underside of her breast, my tongue swirls around her nipple before closing around the distended peak.
