. I pushed her away.”
“Does it matter? I can’t be mad at you for moving on when I have, too.”
The thought reminds me that I still don’t know where she was before she came to the hospital. Clearly she didn’t drive herself since her car was here when we arrived.
“I haven’t moved anywhere. Liz claims she wants me back but she’s just here to start trouble.”
“What kind of trouble can she start?” When I don’t respond, Anya chuckles. “I see. What did she say about me?”
I think for a moment about making something up but that’s never been our thing. We never hid stuff from each other.
“She said the only reason they could steal clients is because her employee got info from you. Which I know is bullshit. You would never do that.”
“But she made you wonder, didn’t she? She’s good.”
“Anya, I don’t believe her.”
“I know but as long as she can mess with your head, she wins.”
“I shouldn’t have brought it up. You’re exhausted. Take the day off.”
All at once, all the events of the day hit me at once. I need to get out of here. Being near her when I can’t hold her, kiss her and make love to her the way I want to feels like emotional torture.
“I’ll let you get some sleep.”
Her hand on top of the covers reaches over to touch mine. Then she turns my palm over and strokes down the center. My eyes fly to hers.
“Anya.” It’s both a warning and a plea. This is wrong, I know it is, but I’m not sure how much self-control I’ll have if she asks me for what we both want.
“We’re both single. We can have sex.”
Her blunt address should be off-putting but instead my dick rises instantly. He agrees with her.
“That’s probably not a good idea.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted? Just sex. No strings. Well, that’s all I’m asking for. I just want to feel alive. The way I always felt when you touched me.”
My resolve is draining away rapidly, especially when she takes my hand and puts it beneath the covers. Her aim is spot on because she guides my palm down her pajama pants until my fingers slide right into a warm, wet paradise.
We both groan at the contact and Anya’s back arches off the bed. The sight of her throat bared to me is too much to resist. I lean down and kiss her collarbone just as I curl two fingers and thrust deep.
“Yes. God, yes.” Her tortured moan is not only a turn on but a huge ego boost.
She might be moving on but this is something only I can give her. Her body wouldn’t be so starved if any of the other guys she was dating knew what the hell they were doing. She might not be mine but her pussy is and that’s something. Hell, it’s probably more than I deserve. Maybe this is all I can give her but if so, I’ll give her everything.
She owns my body. Every breath from my lungs. Every beat of my heart. It’s all for her.
Her eyes open and lock on my face as she rides my fingers. She’s getting close and all at once I want to be inside her when that happens. When I stop, she groans softly until she realizes I’m pulling her pajama pants down. She lifts her hips to help me and then scrambles to pull her top off. I’m just as frantic, tearing through the buttons on my dress shirt before shoving my slacks and underwear down. She throws the comforter out of the way so there’s room for me to get in the bed. I climb on top of her, both of us sighing with pleasure the moment we meet skin to skin.
For a brief moment, I wonder if I’ll embarrass myself and come before I even get inside her. But after a few deep breaths, some of the blood goes back to my brain. It hits me then, the thing we’ve forgotten. Anya has always been on the pill but that doesn’t mean we don’t need protection, especially since she's been dating.
“Do we need a condom?”
Anya looks up at me and bites her lip. “No. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
Joy coupled with shock rushes through my veins and I lower my head to kiss her. When our lips meet, heat blooms and I reach down to guide myself to the one place I always want to be. She lets out a long sigh of pleasure as I slide home. My lips cover hers, eating each and every one of those sexy little noises even as our rhythm increases, her hips lifting slightly to meet every thrust.
Her fingers dig into the small of my back and I relish the feel of her hands all over me. If I could, I would bottle this incredible feeling of rightness. When we’re together like this everything makes sense. I reach down and pull one of her legs up and over my hip, trying to get deeper. We both groan at the new angle, the slight change in position making her pussy tighten down like a clamp.