Page 17 of Contrition

Like fucking hell this will only be for tonight.

My hands moved down to her lower stomach anyway. “Okay.”

“And we’ll still talk tomorrow. All three of us. And you may still have to sign divorce papers. Because you fucked up, and I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”

My heart raced. I was never going to sign those fucking papers.

My mouth fed her the lies she needed to move past the hump anyway. “Okay.”

“I…I don’t know what you want to do.”

I let out a heavy breath as I smoothly rolled on top of her. I braced the majority of my weight on my palms, closing in around her head. Our gaze met in the dark—a tandem of angst, pain, sadness, anger, and raw need flitting through the both of us. I swept my eyes from the top of her head, still in adorable, albeit messier, space buns, before stopping at her plush lips. “You just lay there and look pretty. This isn’t about me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

My mouth crashed down to hers before she could get another word in.

seven

ESTRELLA

Icouldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat at the feeling of Zack’s mouth on mine, nor the rough texture of his beard against my face. The kiss only lasted mere moments—hardly enough time for anything—and yet, I still found myself arching towards him and wanting more.

I fucking hated kissing people.

It was more intimate than sex could ever be, in my eyes. It was choosing company, longing, and sensuality over lust and pleasure.

But with Zack…I found myself wanting more. I needed more.

So, in my handbook of dumb decisions I had made in the same twenty-four hours alone, I decided another one couldn’t hurt. I pulled Zack down towards me again, our mouths moved in a hurried, frenzied fashion. I pulled at his short hair to feel him and consume him at the exact same time.

Fuck, I had missed him.

Just for tonight,I reminded myself.Just to distract yourself from the fear of tonight.

Yet, I was now terrified for a whole new reason. Because if I was even enjoying that kiss…I don’t know how I could ever walk away again.

Zack broke our kiss with a sad chuckle. My eyebrows pinched in confusion. “I can feel you thinking too hard,mi Estrella. Just enjoy it. Leave your thoughts in the thunderstorm.”

“I can’t help it.”

He sighed. “I know, baby. Let me take them away for you then.”

“O-Okay. How are you going to do that?”

His smile was borderline evil. “Do you want my play-by-play, or do you want me to just take the thoughts out of your beautiful head? Because I can go into detail about everything I want to do to you, if you prefer that route.”

I immediately shook my head as heat flamed across my face. “Nope. No, I’m good. You don’t need to do that.”

He nodded. “Thought so. Sit up.”

“What?”

“Sit up,” Zack demanded with an eyebrow arched as he sat back on his haunches. “I can’t distract you very well if you’re fully clothed, ya know. But I could always try. That would be a fun challenge, actually.”

My jaw tightened. “Don’t be an asshole. I’ll go right back into the bedroom an?—”

“And what?” he cut me off with a challenging tone. “Rub one out yourself while your husband is ready to make you cum harder than you could ever manage to do on your own?”

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