Page 26 of Shattered Mind

Sparks.

That’s the only way to describe the way my lips feel the moment they touch hers. They spread through my body like tiny currents of electricity leading directly to my cock. I felt them briefly the first time she kissed me, but I was too blindsided to focus on anything other than the fact that I didn’t want tofeel.

She gasps, momentarily shocked but recovers quickly as she wraps her small hand around my wrist and kisses me back. I taste the tequila on her tongue as it meets mine in a frenzy, and I groan.

I move my hips against her, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me and when she moans, I tighten my grip on her neck a fraction.

God, I hate her.

I hate how much I want her, knowing I can’t have her. Not in the way she’d want anyway. I hate the fact that my body betrays me, showing the little vixen exactly how much I want her.

My hand moves from her neck down to her breast and I pinch her nipple. She throws her head back with a moan and I kiss her neck, biting the skin.

“Please, Gray,” she begs, and the sound of my name coming from her mouth has me ready to give her anything she asks for.

“Please what?” I ask, already knowing what she wants but needing to hear her beg for it.

“Touch me,” she pushes her hips against me, rubbing herself against the erection straining against the zipper of my jeans.

“I can’t give you anything more than this.” I tell her, continuing my assault on her neck.

“What makes you think I want more? Same rules apply for you. I don’t need you to be a good guy, just a good lay.” She replies breathlessly as I reach under her dress, my hand trailing up her thigh and finding her centre.

She’s trying to get a reaction from me. And it’s working.

Pulling her panties aside with more force than necessary, I spread her wetness as I circle her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“So wet,” I mock, my eyes trailing over her, taking in the smaller details. The way her pulse thunders in her neck as her head falls back. The way her swollen lips part with each breathy exhale. I tilt my head, my eyes lasered in on hers. “Is this for me? Or for him?” My voice is unrecognisable as I stroke her, a burning need raging through my veins as Liv comes undone against me.

“You,” she gasps as I push a finger inside her. She squeezes me as I pull down the top half of her dress and suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth before adding a second finger.

“So tight.” I murmur, and she writhes against me, riding my fingers and chasing the high she so desperately needs. I continue to fuck her, my thumb rubbing circles on her clit and as I bite down on her nipple, she detonates.

“Oh, fuck.” She cries out, her walls spasming around my fingers. I don’t let up, crushing my mouth against hers once more as she rides out the orgasm. Her body tremblesas she comes down from the high, only pulling back from my kiss once she’s spent.

We’re both panting as we stare at each other and my dick pulses painfully against my zipper with the need for release. A release I won’t allow myself. Because as much as I want her, I shouldn’t have let it get this far.

Regret barrels into me as our surrounding come into focus. Almost as if someone hit play on the remote, the music and chatter from the bar filters through the corridor and I swallow thickly.

Fuck, Ireallyshouldn’t have done that.

Liv must see it in my eyes because she straightens, pulling her dress back into place. “Is this the part where you tell me this was a mistake?”

I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. It’s written all over my face as I watch her wipe the smudged lipstick from her swollen lips, as if she’s wiping away the memory of my mouth touching them. Her face completely shuts down, the mask falling back into place as her steely blue eyes meet mine, cold and hard. “Fuck you, Grayson.”

Grayson.Not Gray.

She pushes past me, heading back towards the bar without a backwards glance and I shake my head with a groan as I watch her retreat.

She’s better off hating me. It’s safer. For us both. Women like Olivia deserve more than meaningless sex. She deserves someone that never makes her question a single thing. Someone who can give her a family and a home full of love and life. I can’t give her that. I knew that and I touched her anyway.

What the fuck have I done?

CHAPTER 12

OLIVIA

My legs are still shaking as I storm away from the bastard that’s just given me the best orgasm of my life with only his fingers. And then promptly destroyed my post-orgasm high with a simple look in his eyes.

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