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“Because I can’t stop thinking about it. Because that day and your words ring in my head repeatedly, and no matter what I do, I can’t push it out of my mind. Because I need some fucking answers so I can move on. I—”
“Oh, you didn’t seem to have any problem moving on. You ran out of here before any of us could blink.”
“You have cancer!” Prescott shouts. His hands land on my shoulders, giving me a firm shake. “What the hell do you want me to do?”
“Nothing!” I shove his hands away, turning my back to him. “I don’t want anything from you, so you can…”
“You’re not leaving.” He grabs my hand, tugging me back.
Gabriel, don’t go. Don’t leave me.
I turn around, my chest crashing into his and kicking all the air out of my lungs. His hands slide to my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as he shakes me. His pupils are dilated, and he looks wild. Wild and scared, and nothing like the man I’ve gotten to know these last few weeks.
“You can’t leave me,” he repeats, and something inside me breaks just as his mouth crashes on mine.
The kiss has no finesse, no gentleness, just pure, aching need. He grips my face as his mouth ravages mine. My fingers slide into his hair, pulling him closer to me. Prescott shoves his tongue into my mouth as his hands roam my body. Grabbing my shirt, he tugs it up. We break the kiss, both of us panting hard as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor; I do the same with his. We’re a mess of limbs as we get the rest of our clothes off, and then we’re on my bed.
He trails kisses all over my body, goosebumps rising in his wake. When his palms slide over my sides, I pull him back up, my mouth meeting his as my legs spread to fit his hips between mine. His hard length presses against me, making me suck in a breath as my hips lift, and I rub against him.
“Fuck, Jade,” Prescott mutters as he slides between my folds easily. “We can’t keep on doing this.”
“No, we can’t,” I agree. I cup his face, my forehead pressing against his. Neither of us attempts to move back. His hands seize my hips, rolling them against him and torturing us. So close. So freaking close, yet, so far away.
“One last time,” I whisper, my throat bobbing as I swallow. “We can’t keep doing this, but we can have tonight. One last time.”
One more borrowed moment.
Because that’s all we’ll ever get to have.
Borrowed moments.
“One last time.”
With that, he slides into me. My breath hitches as he fills me, a shudder running through me at the fullness.
No matter what happens from here on out, I know for certain there will never be anyone like him. No one will make me feel the way Prescott Wentworth does.
Tears burn my eyelids, so I close them shut, focusing on the pleasure spreading through me as I meet him thrust for thrust. Our mouths lock, tongues tangling together as we chase the high.
And then we’re falling, hard and fast.
The sound of our heavy breathing is the only thing that fills the silence. I half expect him to push me away and get the hell out of here, but his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer.
Leaning my head on his chest, I drink in his nearness as my eyelids start to turn heavy.
“I wouldn’t have done it,” I whisper, the confession slipping from my tongue as I slowly drift to sleep. “If I knew about Gabriel from the beginning, I would have never let this thing between us go so far. It was never my intention to hurt you.”
* * *
The persistent buzzingwakes me up from a deep slumber. Blindly I reach for my phone, turning off the irritating noise and burying my head deeper into the pillow, that familiar citrusy scent filling my senses.
Last night flashes in my mind.
Prescott sneaking through my window.
Fight.
Sex.
