Page 87 of Until We Meet Again

"Tessa, wait."

I stare into the bathroom mirror, looking everywhere but at my reflection. Everything in here is soaked in a deep red shade—the walls, the ceiling. The only exceptions are the sleek black toilet seats and the illuminated rims surrounding the mirrors. The lights highlight my face in such clarity that I only glance at it briefly before cringing and looking away. I don't want to confront my reflection when all I see right now is a girlconsumed by what she feels for a man she'll never be able to have.

Running my hands through my hair, I release a heavy sigh. "What the hell am I doing here?"

After taking a few moments to gather myself and smooth my dress down, I turn on my heel and walk out the door, coming face-to-face with my wet dream.

Those hazel eyes pierce through me like they're staring into the deepest parts of my soul. His tall and commanding presence, his undeniable masculinity, and that perfectly sculpted jawline that I'm desperate to trace with my tongue—everything about him that makes me feel powerless against him—overwhelms me in an instant. Even though neither of us says a word, the unspoken tension between us is louder than any other sound.

The music fades into the background, overshadowed by the crushing thumping of my heart. I face him confidently, sparks flying between us as he casually leans against the wall. His gaze hungrily explores every inch of my body, stripping me with his eyes and fucking me without even touching me. Under his heady stare, my chest begins to heave, and my need for him peaks. His eyes linger on my lips one last time before he reaches for me and leads me through the back exit.

He pulls me to the side of the bar, pressing my body against the cold wall. Our lips collide instantly, but this is more than just a kiss. His possessive tongue fucks my mouth like he's branding me, as if my lips are his and his alone. But god, I could kiss this man for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.

He ravages me with his mouth while he lifts my leg and wraps it around his waist. We shouldn't be doing this. We both know it. However, I can tell he needs this just as much as I do.

He drags his fingertips up my thigh and pulls my panties to the side, touching me in a way that feels so familiar. As he sinks a finger knuckle deep inside me, I moan into his hungry mouth.

For the first time since bringing me out here, his lips part, and he whispers against my mouth as a second finger joins the first, plunging deeper, filling and stretching me.

"You drive me out of my goddamn mind, Tessa." His tongue reclaims me, curling around my own, triggering a helpless whimper as my body melts into his grip. The way his mouth possesses me, just like his touch dominates my body, has neither of us caring who could find us like this. As Zane pulls back, he looks down at me, drinking in my pleasure and watching the way my body responds to him.

As I shamelessly grind against his hand, I arch my back, needing him deeper. His fingers curl inside me, gently brushing that sensitive spot while the heel of his palm presses against my aching clit.

He presses his lips against my ear and grips the base of my throat, pinning me against the wall. "Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you still want me." I try to stifle my moans, but the way he touches me makes it impossible.

His hand rises from my throat and clamps over my mouth, keeping me silent while he fucks me to within an inch of my life. He brings me to the brink of climax, then tears me apart in a matter of seconds, my entire body trembling as I tighten around his fingers.

"That's it, such a good girl."

Our foreheads meet, his warm breath mixing with mine while he patiently waits for the tremors running through me to settle down. Slowly, he lowers his hand from my mouth before he eases his fingers from my body and adjusts my underwear.

"I feel like I'm losing you," he whispers, with a slight quiver in his voice.

"Even after that?"

"I'm talking about in here, sweetheart." Before planting a tender and lingering kiss on my forehead, he runs his handthrough my hair, his thumb gently brushing against my temple. "Why have things changed between us?"

Be brave, Tessa.

"How I feel has changed. It's too much for me, Zane."

"Do you think I feel any different?" he asks, his voice laced with frustration. "Tessa, you're all I can think about. I'm drowning in my feelings for you."

If I ever get anything from him, it will be now when his guarded heart appears to be showing itself to me. But as I approach the subject of us, I hear a loud bang that scares the hell out of me and brings me back to the harsh reality of our situation and what it would mean for both of us if we were found out here together. I loosen my grip on his shoulders, and sensing my anxiety, he takes a step back, putting a physical gap between us, but I immediately miss his closeness.

"Please come home with me, sweetheart." His hands, which just a moment ago controlled my pleasure, are now trembling as he runs them through his hair.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't think clearly when you touch me."

"How about you come home with me, and we just talk this through? Nothing else. After that, we can get some sleep."

"You know that won't happen."

"What do you want me to do here, Tessa? Because this is just as confusing for me." I can see it in him—his fear. I can feel it.

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