“Y-yes,” she says with a brisk nod of her head.
I press into her, sliding the full length of my cock into her in one movement. Her eyes widen, mouth hanging open as she releases a soundless moan, her neck arching up with her chin pointed to the ceiling.
“God. Damn,” I hiss, the heat of her the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt.
I need to pause, take a break, but I just can’t. I’m not controlling a damn thing right now. My brain has shut down, all attention and need centered at the spot where we’re connected.
“I forgot,” she whimpers. “How could I have forgotten how fucking good this was?”
This… not you.
The reminder of what this is has my hips snapping forward, but I back off after a few seconds, not wanting to hurt her. Using this moment as the conclusion to what we were and hurting her are two different things. Plus, I don’t need fast and hard. I’m certain I could press into her and kiss her lips and that’s all it would take for me to explode.
“Your clit,” I urge, knowing if I reach for it, I’m going to put too much pressure on the injured parts of her body.
She whimpers as she reaches down, her fingers brushing our connection. The soft sweep is like a match being held to my fuse, and it starts the clock on something I now have no control over.
“Grace,” I warn, and she knows exactly what message I’m sending.
“Yes,” she says. “I’m—”
That’s all she manages before her eyes slam closed and she detonates. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, her eyelashes resting on her cheeks, the red blush blooming over the skin at the tops of her breasts. This woman is phenomenal.
I press inside her fully, taking a moment for myself where I can’t even consider her, as my cock jerks repeatedly, pulsing out my orgasm.
And I realize just how well and truly fucked I am because I don’t have the sudden urge to pull away from her the second it’s over. What I thought I needed to seal old wounds is having the complete opposite effect.
Chapter 18
Grace
Despite the aches I’m experiencing, I have absolutely no regrets about what we just did.
Trenton is so familiar, he offers a comfort I didn’t know I needed. We were always good together when we were naked, but this time was different. It felt like more, and I have no idea what more could possibly entail, but I want to explore those possibilities.
Weariness begins to set in the second he heads to the bathroom to clean up. There’s no invitation to join him, no offer to grab a shower together. There was no wait right here, I’m not done with you yet, and I didn’t realize just how badly I wanted to hear those words until he silently walked to the bathroom and closed the door.
He doesn’t make eye contact with me when he’s done in the bathroom, and rather than calling him out on it, I go inside and clean myself up, my hands shaking the entire time. I have a million things I want to say, but I know I can’t say them.
I’ve had the very same look in my own eyes that he had when he glanced in my direction. Now, I just need to wrap my head around what it means.
I had no intentions of us having sex to mark the beginning of something new between us, but I also didn’t think it would end up feeling as impersonal as it does right now.
I don’t bother to wrap myself in a towel, despite the bruises marring my skin. I’ve never been modest around him, and I don’t plan to start now.
He’s already dressed and sitting on the end of the bed to pull on his boots when I leave the bathroom, and although I’m desperate to remind him that being alone right now is the very last thing I want, I just can’t open my mouth to speak the words.
Before we broke up, I never had a problem speaking my mind. If I had a thought or there was something I needed from him, I spoke the words without hesitation. Right now, I’m struggling with being that same person.
“I want to go back to New Mexico with you.”
My hands begin to shake with my confession, and I clasp them in front of me in an attempt to make the trembles stop. It only helps a little.
Trenton looks up, his hands still working down his jeans over the top of his right boot.
“It was just sex,” he says, his face an emotionless mask.
I clear my throat, the proof of what I already knew getting lodged there.
“I know exactly what it was.”
“I’m not looking for another relationship with you, Grace. I’m not looking for that with anyone.”