Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MAIA
“ W hat do you want me to say? That I regret everything?” he spits out.
I shake my head because I don’t know how to answer. All I know is that… “Words aren’t going to help. We can talk for days, but it won’t make much difference. It’s over.”
“It’s over,” I repeat.
A wicked grin crosses his face as he slowly drops to his knees, sliding his hands along my bare legs. “You’re right. Words aren’t needed right now. Let me show you how sorry I am.”
“You can’t just think that’s going to do anything,” I say, my words shaky as I try to stand my ground. But as soon as he brushes his knuckles against the bare skin of my stomach, every coherent thought leaves my body, replacing them with need and lust.
“Maybe it will, and maybe it won’t,” he whispers, his lips pressing against my flesh and trailing down to the waistband of my panties.
I should push him away—a wiser woman would. This morning, I’m just a pool of goo ready to be stirred by his magical hands. As soon as his fingers slide my underwear down to my ankles, reason flies down the terrace and takes a dive into the Hudson River.
His warm tongue flattens against my core as I fist my hands in his hair.
Bucking my hips forward into his awaiting mouth, I know this isn’t the way to solve our problems. But with my body building up to the brink, I can’t stop.
I won’t stop.
It’s been too long.
Too long without his touch.
His hunger for me builds inside me, burning me with flames of pleasure. Lapping, nibbling, exploring with his mouth. And then, he pushes me over the edge, shooting pure ecstasy straight through my core.
Every cell in my body quakes as I push against his face, riding out my orgasm as he takes in every part of me with his mouth. My legs are like jelly, my defenses weak as he holds on to my waist, standing up and pressing his body against mine.
“It’s there, the blazing heat between us. You can’t deny it.” His hard cock bulges against his sweats—against my belly.
Instead of denying the passion between us, I pull him closer, taking his mouth with mine. I taste the saltiness of my orgasm on his tongue, the growl it elicits vibrating deep in his throat as he deepens our kiss, claiming me.
Sliding my fingers down his pants, I free his length.
God, how I missed this.
The feel of him in my hands.
How I did this.
How I was the one who made him hard.
Me.
No one else.
His moans quicken as I wrap my fingers around his shaft, pumping my fist up and down between us.
“Please, stop. I don’t want to come so soon,” he gasps between kisses.
He only breaks us apart to remove our clothes, leaving nothing between us. My skin against his, feeling so damn right even though I know this is just a temporary illusion.
But as soon as his tongue swirls against my nipple, I’m gone, and maybe we need to fuck whatever this is out of both of our systems.
Fisting his hair, I force his head back so our eyes met. “Enough teasing, Gatsby.”
“How bad do you want to come?” His hand inching down to my aching core.
“So fucking bad.”
His thumb presses against my swollen clit before he slides his fingers inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” I breathe, throwing my head back against the wall.
“You like that? I can go slower…” He moves his thumb in a slow circle, his fingers going the same rhythm as they pump in and out of me.
Before my brain catches up with what he says to formulate an answer, he picks up the pace, his fingers curling into me as he finger-fucks me like a man on a mission. A low growl emits from his throat as he presses his lips to my neck, his tongue sliding across my sensitive flesh.
“Gatz,” I murmur, gripping on to his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.
Just as I begin to see stars, he pulls away, his hand flattening against my now aching pussy.
“What the…? Don’t stop.” I blink hard as I try to come down from my high.
“I don’t have a condom,” he groans.
I scoff. “It’s not like that stopped you before. Unless you’re not clean.”
He glares at me. “I am. How about you?”
“Yes, and I’m taking birth control.”
Without waiting for more, his lips are back on mine, his tongue tasting me, devouring me.
I grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pulls me closer.
Our tongues continue their dance. Our naked bodies press together. He isn’t even in me yet, and just feeling his hard cock pressing so close to my entrance has me shooting to the highest peak.
I need him closer.
Even after everything that happened between us, my body craves him.
He fills my body with himself and my soul with love, but what will happen to me when he stops?
Should I forgive him and start anew?
But as soon as his hands grip my ass and he lifts me, pinning me against the wall, there goes reason again.
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until he fills me completely. Until we fuse and become one again.
I want him to kiss me harder.
Fuck me harder.
Love me…again.
His lips move from my mouth, down my cheek, then press into my neck as he slowly moves his hips to mine.
But I don’t want slow.
I don’t want steady.
I want his roughness to erase how much I hate him—or maybe the love that still lingers in my heart.
My fingernails grip his shoulders as I push the heels of my feet into his lower back.
My hips move in a circular motion against his cock, eliciting another delicious growl that vibrates against my neck.
“My greedy Little Blue. You can’t get enough, can you?” he whispers, his thrusts getting deeper.
“Faster,” I moan as he tightens his grip on my waist, pumping into me harder and harder.
So fucking hard, and yet it’s not enough.
Not just yet.
My toes curl as I lean my head back, moving my own hips to the same rhythm, chasing another orgasm.
I look into his stormy eyes. They’re full of rage and lust. And…love is still there?
I don’t want to think about it.
This has to be just sex. Angry sex between two people who should be getting closure and saying goodbye. My mind changes with every thrust.
I want more.
I want to forget.
I’m furious.
I’m irreparably his.
But I don’t want that.
I meet his dark, stormy eyes, and I feel him sucking me and my heart into his soul.
I want him to take me with him—I don’t care where we land.
And that’s when I see it.
I see myself falling again.
I can’t help it.
He said it yesterday.
I didn’t want to believe him, but I have to stop it.
I hold on tight to his shoulders, our eyes lock as I finally go over the edge, moaning out my release.
He quickly follows, pumping harder into me as both our bodies explode into a beautiful rhythm.
We stay locked together, our breathing in sync.
It could be minutes.
It could be hours.
I want to stay in our high because when we come down, we’ll crash and splatter against the pavement.