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I raked my nails across his back and squeezed my eyes shut as the first wave of ecstasy crashedover me. I was in awe; never have I felt the skilled touch of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
As his pace quickened and his ragged breathing echoed in my ear he warned, “I’m close, Kat.”
That was all it took for me to join him on the edge of the abyss. With a cry I started to climax around him, my vaginal walls tightened as stars shone brightly behind my closed eyes. He captured my mouth, swallowing that cry as he froze momentarily, then started to shudder before pumping his hips in long languid strokes until he froze once again, and then, I could feel his shaft pulsating inside me.
Collapsing onto the bed together, our hearts pounded in unison, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but smile.
The sheets were a crumpled mess— evidence of the urgency that had unfolded. I shifted beneath him, the afterglow making my skin sensitive to every brush of fabric and press of flesh. As his weight settled more firmly against me, a tangle of emotions knotted in my chest.
To say what we just shared was a mistake was an understatement, but it was a mistake I was glad that happened.
I looked up from where my head rested on his chest. “This was a one-time thing; you know thatright?” I asked, as I traced his jawline with my fingertip.
He lifted his head from the pillow. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze as I waited for his reply.
“Absolutely.”
His answer should have reassured me, but instead it made me feel empty.
A pained look, or maybe relief, flashed across his face so quickly, I almost didn’t catch it. He said it so fast, with such an ease that for a fleeting moment, I thought he hated it.
He likely did. Which was fine, because I did too. Well, that’s what I told myself. A one-time thing, because there was nothing between us other than physical attraction, and what we shared was a mutual understanding between two consenting adults. It was easier to tell myself that.
But not really.
I would burrow that lie deep within me, buried deep within the wall I had carefully constructed over the years. Self preservation is what I call it. Because I refuse to admit, even silently, that it had been the most mind-blowing sex of my life. Not when we disliked each other so much in every sense of the word.
I watched him as he traced circles over my arm,each stroke getting slower and slower as his eyelids slowly drifted down. A strand of hair fell carelessly over his forehead, and I reached up to brush it aside, only for it to fall back.
I said nothing about how he made me feel. His ego didn’t need stroking, it already was big enough. And anything in relation to what we had just shared would crack open doors better left closed, I decided as I drifted off to sleep in his embrace.
Chapter 16
Rory
I walk with a spring in my step into the kitchen the next morning, and I see Connor standing there glowering.
I head right over to the coffee machine and pour myself a cup of the brew. “What’s wrong?” I ask, as I sit at the breakfast bar.
“This,” he swipes a hand over the mess I’d left from last night. “Who the fuck left my kitchen like this?”
I shrugged, “Probably my mother.” He wouldn’t question her about it.
Connor’s face drops immediately. “Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I can’t be too upset then. Your mother’s been through a lot lately with the move and all.”
I hide my smile behind my coffee mug, grateful he took the bait. “Yeah, she has. But you knowwhat? I think things are looking up for her. She seemed in better spirits last night.”
Connor nods, his earlier frustration forgotten. “That’s good to hear… ah did she and Kat perhaps sit out on the sofa?”
I frown. Now why would he ask that? “Not that I know of. Why do you ask?”
He pointed over to the table where her crutches laid along with her panties. “Your mother must be pretty strong to carry another woman all the way up the stairs and to her bedroom. Can’t imagine who lost their underwear, but judging by the thong I can’t—”
I thrust my hand up in front of his face, signaling for him to halt. The thought of my mother and underwear in the same sentence made me cringe. I swiftly stood up from my seat and went around the kitchen island to the other side. “Excuse me,” I growled as I grabbed a rag and started scrubbing at the stains left from last night’s sandwich making.
A sound had me looking up. It was Kat, and she looked radiant. I smiled but quickly hid it when I noticed Connor giving me the once over.
“Morning,” I say, as I put a knife in the dishwasher. “Why are you out of bed?”
