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“I—”
Her breath catches when I slide my tongue up her neck. I pull her hand into mine and then I grab on to that goddamn diamond and yank it from her finger.
“What—what are you doing?”
I shove it in my pocket. “You don’t wear that thing when I fuck you.”
The kiss surprises her, but she only tries to pull away for a moment. Just a moment. And then she’s leaning into me, her hands sliding around my middle and pulling my body tighter to hers. Our kiss is frantic and rushed and I wait for her to stop it, to tell me there’s no way in hell I’m getting her naked in here, that this is a mistake, that it’s wrong. That she’sengaged. But she doesn’t. Instead, she lets out a small moan and I devour the sound with my mouth. That’s what we’re doing, devouring each other, as if we’ve both been starved for too goddamn long and someone just dropped a piece of cake in front of us. And I could eat Katie all fucking day.
“James,” she whispers, pulling away, but I’m pulling off her smock and unbuttoning her shirt.
“Want me to stop?” I ask as I drag my lips down her throat.
She doesn’t answer. Kate’s a good person. She’s loyal. She’s not the type to hurt someone she loves, she’s not the type to fuck around on a man she shares a bed with. Except when it comes to me. When it’s me, it’s different. When it’s us, no one else matters. It’s always been like that. Call it unhealthy or toxic or obsessive. But I’ve never put too much effort into giving a fuck.
My mouth trails down her chest to her tits and she doesn’t stop me, so I unhook her bra.
“James,” she pants, and I lock eyes with her, my mouth paused a breath away from taking her nipple into my mouth. Her face tells me she needs me to stop but that she doesn’t want me to. What she wants, is for me to be the better person, the man I tend to be when she’s around—a good man, one who’d take the loss and let her marry someone else because maybe he’d be better for her than I could ever be. A man who wouldn’t let her do this—be unfaithful, because it’s not in her to be, not really. Except when it comes to me, to us.
“Tell me to stop,” I say to her. “Tell me Kate, and I will.” She swallows, her fingers curling into my shoulders. Nothing. No words. “Say it Kate. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.” More silence, and the last of my resolve drains from my body. I pull her nipple into my teeth, dragging another fucking moan from that little mouth of hers. “Tell me Katie. Tell me to stop.”
“I—I can’t,” she breathes. Her body trembles with each kiss I lay on her naked skin, my mouth finding her chest and her neck and then pulling her lips into another hungry kiss before I dip back down to lick and suck and bite down on her perfect fucking tits.
This woman. Is fucking perfect. In every goddamn way.
“Then tell me,” I say, once again relieving her from my touch. “Tell me not to stop. Tell me fuck you. Beg for it.”
She bites at her lip. “Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?”
“Please… please fuck me, James.”
“Tell me you need it.”
“I need it. You. I need you.”
That’s all I needed to tear the last of her clothes off. Kate tugs off my shirt, her shaking fingers pulling at the button of my jeans, and I pick her up by her ass and lay her down in that pile of drop cloths. Already paint stained, but not enough. And I’m wishing I could open the lids of all these bottles and canisters and fuck her in every colour on the white of these cloths, marking them, staining them with us, with me and her. James and Kate.
Her hands brace against my arms and I quickly stab inside of her. For a minute it’s all rough and breathy grunts and moans. For a minute we forget we’re in an unlocked room and she’s completely naked. But I can’t help but fuck her as hard as I can. I can’t help but watch how good her tits look as she takes every thrust. I can’t help but stare at her face when it’s twisted with pleasure, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Never again. Never again will I go without this.
“Fuck,” I groan, and I have to stop and take a moment to taste those lips again. And I do. Selfishly, I take everything she’ll give me. Every kiss, every lick, every touch.
Moving again, I take her slow. Slow because I want to drag this out. Slow because I know she’ll regret this the second we’re finished. Slow because it’s been so fucking long since I’ve been inside this woman that I’m barely fucking hanging on.
“Harder James,” she moans, pulling my body closer, but I only chuckle.
“You think I’ll let you come so quickly Katie?”
She buries her laugh in my shoulder and wiggles her body against mine, begging for the friction, for the release I have no intention of giving her yet. I take my time, moving so slow it’s almost torturous—for her and for me, because I feel how tight her cunt clamps around my dick, I feel every fucking inch of me sliding inside of her, in and out, over and over again until we’re both sweating and breathing hard I know I wouldn’t stop even if someone walked in. Even if it washim.Ethan. The man who thinks she’s his. The man who doesn’t know that I came back here to take her from him, to take back what’s mine, what I should have held on to but let slip away.
“James,” she says, and her voice comes out begging.
“You need to come, babe?”
“Please?”
