Page 10 of Be With Me

“I’m fifty years old, Tyler. I get tired by 8PM. I like to stay home. My idea of a wild night out is meeting a friend for dinner and having a glass of wine. I’m not a young woman.”

I never would’ve guessed she was fifty. Yet, it still made no difference to me. Age was just a number. It didn’t change the fact that I physically ached for her to be in my life. I hadn’t even realized how much I’d suppressed my need for her until the moment I walked in here today and saw her standing there. She was beautiful. Confident. Sexy. And not just her body. Her beauty shone from her eyes, her smile, her soul.

With a sniff, the woman I wanted more than anyone I’d ever met gave me a sad smile and pulled her hand from mine, turning her back on me.

I stared at the back of her head. She was dismissing me? Was that it? I started to turn away, but then I stopped. Ailee obviously thought she was making the right choice here, no matter how upset it was making her. But it was the wrong fucking choice. I knew it. And so did she. Even if she didn’t want to admit it.

I took her by the arm and spun her back around to face me, sticking my face in hers until she had no choice but to look at me. If she thought something like a missing uterus was going to chase me away, she was about to find out how wrong she was. After all, I grew up with a sister, and a mother who didn’t believe in hiding a woman’s biology from the men in her life. “All of that just tells me that I can fuck you whenever I want without worrying about what time of the month it is. Although, I could’ve made that feel better, too.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, and I could see her mind spinning, trying to think of another way to convince me what we had going on here was wrong.

Enough of this shit.

I kissed her. Not hard. Just a light touch of my lips to hers. But man, it was enough to send a sharp blade of lust into my groin. With a low groan, I increased the pressure, tasting her, exploring the softness of her mouth, getting the feel of her. Letting her grow used to me.

The urge to throw her back on the table behind her suddenly slammed through me, and I broke off the kiss, breathing hard. I stared at her, looking for signs that I’d gone too far, and wondering where the hell that aggression had come from. Although, to be fair to myself, the action hadn’t been to hurt her, just to have her.

Fuck me. I had to have her.

Wrapping her in my arms, I pulled her closer, her body fitting against me like it was meant to be there. She was breathing through her mouth, her swollen lips parted, her breasts pressing against me with each breath. I barely held back a groan of pure lust. “I want you, Ailee. So fucking much. Please, tell me you want me, too.” My entire body began to shake in my efforts to hold still as I waited for her to tell me what I wanted to hear. To finally admit she felt the same way I did. To tell me she wanted me, too. “Tell me, Ailee.”

“I want you, too, Tyler. But—”

Fuck, no. No more “buts”. I kissed her again, cutting her off and not trying in the slightest to hide my groan of pleasure. And this time, I didn’t hold back. Ailee was mine. Even if she wasn’t quite convinced of that, yet.

After a few seconds, she started kissing me back, her mouth just as hungry, pressing against me like she wanted to crawl inside my skin. I swallowed her moans, my hands trying to touch her everywhere at once. Even without my shirt on, I was burning up. I ached for her to touch me. Physically fucking ached. By the time she finally lifted her arms, sliding her hands up over my shoulders and then wrapping her arms around my neck, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Her ass filled my hands, and I squeezed the soft flesh before continuing my exploration. Ah, God. She felt even better than she looked. All curves and softness and heat.

I kissed her, my skin too tight and my body on fucking fire. I kissed her until I didn’t know where she ended and I began. Every touch of her hands on my bare skin made me want to fall to my knees. And at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to force her to submit to me.

Shivers ran through me, my skin hot and cold. Thoughts filled my head, and I had no idea where they came from. Thoughts of sex and escape and anger screamed silently, chaotic voices shooting through the fog of rapture that already filled my head.

Desperate not to lose this connection with the woman I hadn’t been able to get out of my head for the past year, I pulled up her shirt and slid my hands over her bare skin, sinking into the feel of her, rooting myself in her warm scent. I just wanted to slide into her and forget myself.

My head began to pound, and for a few seconds I couldn’t remember who I was or who I was with. Breaking off the kiss, I backed off, staring blankly at the woman in front of me.

Ailee. It was Ailee.

I repeated her name over and over to myself as it all came rushing back.

Voices screamed in my head from a distance, twisting in and out of each other until one voice—a male voice that sounded nothing like me—broke through the others.

Get out of here.

The room swam in and out of my vision and…this sounded completely fucked up even to me…but I felt myself separate from my body.

I struggled to focus. I tried to say her name.

Ailee.

Ailee was staring at me like I was some kind of freak.

I shook my head, trying to find some clarity. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” The words came from my mouth, formed with the air in my lungs and the vibration of my vocal cords, but it wasn’t me who said them.

And then there was nothing.

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