She pushed my chest one last time, and it threw me back into a wall. Her eyes were on fire, and her chest was panting, but there was hurt behind her eyes I didn’t see very often.

I saw it in the hospital just before I left, unable to handle watching my mother die. The look in her eyes broke my heart. Did I misread the situation? Did Stella feel differently than I thought she did?

“Stella, what do you want me to say?”

“Say it,” she said. “Say you don’t want to be with me. Say you don’t give a shit so I can get on with my life. Tell me you didn’t mean to sleep with me. That I was a drunken mistake you’re now trying to rid your system of. Say it, Gunn!”

I looked at her with wide eyes and a heavy soul. For an entire week, she had been walking around thinking this about me. That I didn’t want her or like her. That she was a mistake I didn’t want to wake up to. She was walking around comparing me to the likes of Greyson, accusing me of being removed and not caring about her or her feelings.

“I’m so sorry, Stella,” I said. “But, I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” she said. “Say it, for crying out loud.”

“I can’t tell you any of that. I can’t tell you that you were a drunken mistake. I can’t tell you I don’t give a shit about you, or that you didn’t mean anything to me. I can’t tell you any of that because it’s not true.”

I felt her hand slip from my body as she stood there, shocked by my words. They hung heavy in the air, impregnating the hotel room with tension as her eyes darted between mine. Her jet black hair was wild around her face, accenting her raging green eyes that had held all this confusion and heartache for days.

It made me feel sick to my stomach.

“It’s not true,” I whispered.

And before I could react to what was happening, Stella grabbed my shirt and thrust her lips onto mine.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Stella

His words rang in my ears as we fell toward the bed. My legs parted, capturing his body between them. I could feel him shaking, his emotions finally releasing from his self-imposed prison, and I scratched my fingers down his back in a feeble attempt to get to his skin. The warmth that radiated from his lips tainted mine with the steadfast reservations the both of us held against one another, and the cold demeanor I had witnessed in him this morning fell away as his lips trailed kisses down my cheek.

I scooted my body up onto the bed as his fingers nimbly opened my blouse. My bra was exposed to him, the white contrasting against the tone of my skin. I felt his teeth graze over my breasts, heading in the direction I so desperately wanted him to go.

And his hands were everywhere, drinking me up as if he had been lost in the desert for years.

Running my fingertips through his hair, I felt him dance around the hem of my jeans. I kicked my shoes off, wanting nothing more than for him to press my naked body close to his. My breaths came in short pants as I spilled into my panties, and I lifted my head to watch him peel my jeans off me.

His eyes connected with mine, never wavering for a second as he helped himself to my legs.

My blouse fluttered along the edges of the bed as his tongue rushed up the inside of my leg. His teeth bit into my thigh, causing me to twitch as his fingertips pulled back the fabric of my panties. My pussy was glistening with my juices, waiting patiently for him to clean it up.

But I was no longer patient, and I bucked toward him to let him know I was waiting.

“You are so beautiful, Stella,” he said. “And I’m so sorry.”

His words felt like velvet against my skin, and as they fluttered over my entire being, I felt myself melt into the bed. His tongue parted my pussy lips, spilling onto his face the pleasure I had for him. His tongue began their light ministrations, flicking my swollen clit just enough to make me moan and beg for more.

And if begging was what he wanted, begging was what he would get.

“Christian, please. Please, give into me. Oh fuck, please don’t stop. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop.”

His arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face as I began bucking into him. His evening stubble tickled the sides of my pussy while his tongue pressed into my clit, and my legs started to shake against his head. I dug my heels into his back as my hands tugged at his hair, pulling him further into me while my body chased its own release.

I wanted it more than I could stand, but I wanted it to come from him.

My body unraveled underneath the guidance of his tongue as my clit pulsed against him. He sucked it between his lips, causing my body to quake as my legs pulled tight. My eyes screwed shut, and my back arched off the bed, and suddenly I was thrown into a cataclysmic reality where nothing existed by the two of us. I could feel the strength of his arms pushing me toward the bed, restraining my body as I floated up toward the ceiling. I could feel my heels digging into the rippling muscles of his back as he moaned with approval into my pussy.

And

I could feel him smirk, proud of what he had accomplished as my back came crashing down to the bed.

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