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I look down at Anna, and she’s practically begging me to take her. Now, it’s time for me to walk away and leave her aching for me.
When I saw her making her way to the kitchen, I cooked up this little plan for revenge. I would get her to this point of no return and then leave her wanting, panting, needing me.
The problem is—my plan has backfired. I don’t think I’m capable of walking away. I want her too damn much. I could pound nails with my hard-on. Just the thought of my cock plunging into her has me shaking with need. Why shouldn’t I take what she’s willing to offer? I reason.
I move closer, my engorged cock pulsing and eager. I fist it with one hand as I position myself at her core, and hearing her needy whimper, I can’t wait another minute. I thrust forward, she’s so damn tight, I have to pause. I pull out a bit and then thrust heavily into her again.
When I’m finally in full throttle, I groan at the feeling. “So, fucking, good,” I mutter in a gravelly voice. I pull out and then push roughly back in, setting a rhythm. I look down and watch my cock as it enters her, a visual stimulation that mixes with the sounds and the feeling of sliding into her wet warmth.
I tighten my grip on her hips to hold her steady as I increase the pace. Soon, I’m slamming into her, the sound of our bodies as they make contact only increasing my need. I’m practically pushing her off her feet with the forcefulness of my thrusts. Yet, she pushes back to meet me halfway.
I’m close. I feel my balls pull up and tighten. I hear her pants as the first tremor courses through her body. Then she lets out a shout as her body clamps down hard. Milking me. I follow her over the edge with a hoarse groan of completion. I lean over her bare back. Spent. It takes a few moments to recover from my mind-blowing orgasm.
I finally straighten, pulling her up beside me. I wait for us to recover as our breathing slows.
As I hold her against me, the realization slams into me. I should never have tried to use our desire as a weapon. It’s a double-edged sword. As my mind clears, the knowledge hits me; I’ve never known this type of chemistry, this connection, whatever the hell you want to call it, with any other woman. I feel slightly ashamed. I was so keen on revenge that I was willing to use sex as a weapon against her.
I lean down and press my forehead against her hair in an unspoken apology. She’s still turned away from me, but I have my arms around her, pressing her back against my chest.
“Anna, this chemistry between us. It’s… unique. I promise I’ll never try to use it against you. Okay?” I let out a sigh at her silence. “Resisting it is torture. So, instead, I think we should just accept it. Give in to it. Be lovers.” I stop for just a moment, then continue, “Look. Don’t answer right now. I just want you to think about it.”
I feel her nod her head in agreement. I reluctantly let go of her, stuff myself back into my pants, and pull up my zipper.
She’s in front of me, bare except for her panties, a thin strip of black still around her thighs. And damn if I don’t want her again. But I took her so roughly she’ll probably be sore in the morning. Hell, she’s probably sore right now.
I have a strong urge to pick her up and carry her to my bed. Just to keep her close. Instead, I loosen my hold on her. She looks a little lost, and I see her face flush red when she sees I’m still fully dressed.
I suddenly don’t want her to feel used. I lean down and softly brush my lips over hers. I pick up her robe, wrap it around her shoulders, and walk with her back to her bedroom. As I leave her at her door, I look down into the clear gray of her eyes.
“I want you to consider my suggestion, Anna. I’d like us to share the master bedroom.” With that, I brush her cheek with my hand, turn, and walk away, giving her time.
As I shut my bedroom door behind me, I shake my head ruefully. Way to teach her a lesson, Knight. Instead of pushing her away, you invite her into your bed.
I suddenly grin as the thought doesn’t seem too bad. In fact, it feels… right. I crawl between the sheets and don’t stir until morning.
There’s a dull throb behind my eyes due to the amount of scotch I drank the night before. No regrets, though. A smirk plays on my lips as I head for the shower.
After getting dressed for a day on the water, I head to the kitchen, unsure what to expect from Anna this morning.
The aroma of bacon hits me, drawing my smile even wider. My steps quicken as I find Anna in the kitchen, her figure accentuated by a light summer top. It shows off her curves in a way that makes me want to strip it off her.
She turns, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Good morning,” she says, her eyes slowly skimming down my body before coming back to mine.
“Yes, it is,” I reply, my grin mirroring hers. “Haven’t felt this good in a while.”
She pulls her eyes away as she turns to the skillet in front of her. “Scrambled eggs with cheese?”
“Sounds great,” I fill my cup with coffee and then pour her a cup. I help her bring the food to the table.
We both fill our plates and start eating. The silence isn’t strained. Instead, it feels… expectant. The air practically thrums with hopeful energy, a shared anticipation for what the day, and perhaps the future, might bring. Neither of us mention last night.
I steal a glance at Anna. Searching for a clue in her expression. When I don’t find one, I glance away. “Is there anything we need to grab for Connor?” I ask casually, not wanting to push.
“No, I already have his swim trucks. I grabbed some towels, and I thought maybe I’d pack a few treats. I know Connor will want to snack. I didn’t pack a lunch, though.”
“That works,” I shrug. “I’ll help clear the table, and then we can head out.”
On the way over to my mother’s, we stop to grab a bag of ice and some canned drinks. I pop the trunk and throw everything into the large cooler I brought. We don’t talk, but the silence isn’t strained. I turn up the music.
