The familiar salty-sweet taste of her ignites my entire being, sending my heart racing.
Her. Her. Her.
I was an idiot to believe it could ever be anyone but her.
She rises into my caress, and I take her face in my hands and hold her while I drink deeply of her taste, her tears, her heat. She licks into my mouth, her other hand finding purchase in the bare skin just above my hipbone as she melts her belly into mine. I spread my legs and she steps between them, plastering herself against me. Heaviness gathers where her groin meets mine, my dick screaming.
I’m so fucking turned on I could die.
Milly moans, a vulnerable, needy sound, and I curl my shoulders forward, giving her haven in the shelter of my body. I want her to fall apart. I want her to burn me to the ground and leave me for dead.
I just want her. Fuck the consequences. This isn’t right, I’m not all right, and while rationally I know touching Milly will make a mess of things, there’s an animal urge inside me to hold her close, like she’s the answer to my problems, not the amplifier.
I slant my mouth over hers, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth. She moans again.
“Nate,” she breathes, hand going to the hair at the nape of my neck. “You feel so good. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed—”
Her breath catches when I trail my teeth down the slope of her jaw. Her head falls to the side, and I nibble at her neck. I kiss her and lick her. Inhaling the scent of her skin, I growl at the unbearable sizzle coursing through my veins.
Milly gives my hair a tug that’s not at all gentle, and my dick goes from half chub to full salute in half a heartbeat. I press it into the warm embrace of her hips, and she pants, rising up on her toes so my shaft meets with her crotch.
She wants.
I give.
Anyone could walk in and see us. I roll my hips anyway, giving Milly the mini-thrust she wants. I can already feel her heat through our clothes. I cannot think about the swollen, soft heaven of her inside those clothes, or I’ll come in my pants like a teenager.
I move back to her mouth, using my tongue to open the seam of her lips. She allows the intrusion, and it’s the permission I need to start backing her up. Small steps at first, moving my hand to the small of her back so she doesn’t stumble. But then she’s pulling me backward, her hands on my sides now, nails digging into my skin.
She wants the same thing I do.
Her back meets with the wall. She gasps, and I go still.
“I’m okay,” she breathes, pressing her hips into mine. “Keep going, Nate. If you stop, I’ll scream.”
I can’t fuck her. Not like this, in a cold warehouse against the wall. I also don’t have a condom on me.
She’ll come on my mouth. And then I’ll send her on her merry way and live the rest of my life regretting every decision I’ve ever made.
Except, maybe, this one.
I press a hard kiss to her mouth and hike her leg up on my hip, stepping into the cradle of her spread thighs. She’s soft and willing and warm, and I growl, massaging my way down her calf. I reach blindly for the zipper on her boots and, when I find it, unzip the boot and ease it off her foot, dropping it to the floor with a muted thud.
Then I’m reaching inside her jacket and tugging her leggings down. It’s awkward because she still has one boot on, her weight resting entirely on one foot, and the silky fabric gets jammed up somewhere below her knee.
“Here,” she says, reaching down to help me. “These bastards are tricky.”
I grunt. “Seriously. How the hell do you get these things on?”
“I curse. I pray. Sometimes God listens, and other times . . . well, you’re just shit out of luck. It’s why I wear dresses a lot.”
Together, we’re finally able to tug the fabric over her foot. She wobbles, a laugh escaping her lips, and I laugh too, the sound echoing across the room and filling my chest with this velvety warmth I haven’t felt in forever.
I notice she isn’t wearing any underwear.
It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach between us and stroke myself.
This should feel wrong. It should feel like I’m betraying Reese by touching Milly. Then again, Reese gave me the green light to move on, and move on quickly if I wanted.
And then there’s the fact that Reese and I haven’t touched each other like this in forever.
I meet Milly’s eyes. Hers are wild and happy, the blue so bright it seems to glow in the creeping darkness.