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I’m so turned on, I’m scared I’ll hurt her, so I release my hold on her hair. Instead, I grip the arms of the chair, my nails biting at the upholstered fabric.
Her eyes flick up to mine, the soft blue irises like a woman in love.She loves me, dammit. I know she does. She doesn’t have to say it.
My hips work faster. The chair rattles loudly against the hardwood floor. I’m losing control.
When the pleasure becomes too much, I snap. I grab her hair in my fist, pulling it at the roots. “I’m coming, Princess. Open your mouth and take it.”
My balls go painfully tight and I start to release. Alana reaches out with her tongue. “Take it, Princess. Don’t drop it. Drink it all up for me.”
She shines under my encouragement. She swallows as best she can but still, it spills down her chin and the front of her shirt. And the look of adoration on her face spurs me to keep coming and coming and coming.
When I’m completely spent, I drop my dizzy head against the back of the chair and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
Alana climbs into my lap, wiping her shiny lips and chin with the back of her hand. She kisses my throat and my Adam’s apple, purring with contentment.
I caress her ass and her thighs, then I let my hands slide down the back of her unbuttoned jeans, cupping her ass.
“Shit. This pussy is so wet for me,” I croak when my fingers slide beneath the fabric of her ruined panties. Drowning in a renewed wave of arousal, I kiss her and find my taste on her lips. Holy hell.
“I need you,” she purrs, circling her hips. “Take me upstairs and fuck me, Davis.”
I rise out of the chair with her body cradled in my arms.“I’m gonna fucking ruin you tonight,” I promise her. “I hope you’re ready.”
“I’m already ruined.” She looks at me with lust-dazed eyes. “My pussy is yours. Now, take me to bed and do what you fucking want with it.”
I kiss her again. Just to silence the pathetic part of me that wants to ask if I can have her heart, too.
This is just sex, Davis.God—how many times does this woman have to break my heart before I take a hint.
In the dark, I stumble up the stairs, my undone pants still hanging off my ass. I blindly navigate my way through this house I used to know like the back of my hand. Alana’s ravenous mouth is on mine the whole time.
But with each step I take up the narrow staircase, the knot in my stomach grows tighter. And no amount of arousal can tamp it down.
We get to the top of the landing and Alana hops out of my arms. She gets busy peeling off her clothes as she sprints through the open doorway.
When I shuffle into her dimly lit bedroom—the room that used to be ours—and I see that fucking pink suitcase with the fucking floral pattern peaking out at me from the half-open closet door, I’m done for.
Not even the promise of wicked hot, all-night-long sex can help me keep my shit together. Being in this bedroom completely breaks me.
Her lemon-lavender scent fills every corner of the room, and the quilt my Grammy made for our first anniversary—back when she was openly dropping hints about great-grandchildren—is folded at the foot of the bed. And right on the night stand…is our goddamn wedding picture.
And I just…can’t.
Alana is still busy stripping out of her clothes, shimmying out of her jeans and yanking her shirt over her head. When she finds me just standing dumbly in the doorway, staring around the room, she stops.
“What’s wrong?” she asks breathlessly.
My eyes snap to her. Alana stands in front of me in her navy blue bra and panties, questions in her eyes. When I don’t answer, she leans in, touching my cheek. “Davis?”
She’s so goddamned beautiful, it’s ridiculous.
I grab both her hands. Because I can’t focus when she’s touching me. “Alana, my head is all fucked up right now. Being here in this house.” I motion around the space. “Remembering what it used to be like between us.” My lungs rattle. “The blinding reality is that even though I’m standing in this house right now, it’s no longer my home. This isn’tourhome. It’s your house and your bed and…This is torture for me, Allie.”
She blinks and her chest rises on a surprised inhale. “I didn’t—shit…I…” She looks around the room, too.
I shake my head, cutting her off. I don’t want her apologies. I want her to hear me. “I don’t want us likethis. Becausethisisn’t real. I want us the way we used to be. And if we can’t be that, then I can’t have anything with you, because pretending I’m okay with the way things are now is just too hard.”
I have truly lost my mind.
