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Panic hits me. I want him, like this, and if I wait another second, I might chicken out, and I can’t have that. This need inside me is far greater than the one to rationalize. Reaching between us, I take a firm grip on him and then angle my hips forward. He slips inside me. There’s resistance, as if he’s holding back, but the second his swollen head pushes past my opening, his reaction is one I’ll remember forever.

His entire frame shakes, his hands jet from my hips to the countertop on either side of me and he rocks forward, pushing up at the same time. Rapid breaths follow and he grunts, a depraved groan rattling through his chest.

I wrap both arms around his shoulders, holding onto him. Soft deep groans escape his lips as he kisses along my jaw. Our mouths connect and he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth. I surrender to him completely, knowing no other man makes me feel the way he does. So hungry for more, so alive with temptation and craving.

My hands tangle in his hair, knocking his hat off as my body trembles around his. Not from the cold but from the insane pleasure. Jace drives his hips. “Shit, don’t move.”

My eyes snap to his, searching in the darkness. He closes his and drops his head to my shoulder again and I smile, knowing what’s happening. His cock pulses inside me.

He breathes slowly or tries to. His breathing pattern is laughable.

“Are you okay?” I tighten my legs around his waist, waiting.

He nods and tilts his head up and stares at me. “I’m trying not to come.”

I stay still, waiting, and he kisses me again.

“Two seconds inside you and I’m ready to blow my load,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Why do you control me like this?”

“Why do I?” I laugh. “I heard your voice and got on a plane a week later….” My words hang in the silence between us. He has to know this is mutual. If I could control it, I would, but it’s not possible.

I run my palms down his chest, his heart beating violently underneath my hands. I stare at him, unable to look away as he studies my face and drives into me again. His jaw clenches and he shakes his head slightly, as if this is unbelievable to him. He’s claiming my body again and I’m willingly letting him, weak to his ways.

The feel of him inside me with no separation between us, it’s pushing me over the edge quickly. Each time he enters me and I rock my hips at the right angle, it hits against my clit, pulling it back and forth over his length. My stomach clenches and my pussy aches for more. I haven’t gotten off during sex since him, and it’s clear he’s going to make me, and maybe at the same time he does.

He grunts. “Baby,” he pants, his movements almost frantic. He’s gasping, grunting, practically crawling onto the countertop with me to drive deeper inside.

I’m almost there, my orgasm at bay. I grip his shoulders, angle my hips forward, and grind into him. That’s all it takes. The sensations start in the backs of my thighs, then wrap around the insides of my legs.

“I’m gonna come,” Jace warns as he swells inside me.

It’s in that exact moment I do too. He provides just the right amount of pressure. I toss my head back, arching my chest into him.

He wraps one arm around my waist and yanks me into his steady thrusts. His orgasm bursts inside me, hot and full, and I’ve never wanted anything more than this moment with him. It’s hard to even describe it, let alone come down from it.

Jace keeps his eyes on mine, his hand on my face as he pushes my hair from my eyes. I can’t tell you what he’s thinking or what any of this means. I do know the look in his eyes and the reality falling around us. I cheated on my fiancé, and the really sad part, there’s not an ounce of me that regrets it in this moment.

CHAPTER10

Regret

JACE

I have none, but does she?

I don’t liketo be anxious. It’s a trait I actually hate. What makes it worse? Abbi. It’s not that she means to either, but anytime I’m around her, it’s like I’m suffocating in paranoia. I don’t know why, but I’m disappointed I’ve put myself in the position to go under like this.

So we had sex. Big fucking deal. It’s not the first time, and I’d put a good amount of weight on saying it won’t be the last. Hopeful? No, I’m real.

But, my anxiousness isn’t focused on that part of this situation. It’s on what happens next? That’s always my one thought.What next?

And now I have no clue. Look at her. I’m almost certain she’s going through the same emotions. We fucked last night with no regard to how any of this will play out. I think, though I’m not entirely sure, she’s going back to him. I was simply a one-night stand. A realization she was marrying a missionary fuck and the rest of her life would be boring. Why not go find the cowboy who taught you what passion really meant and fucked you like he meant it? I’m certain he doesn’t by the way she came on my dick.

Still, the doubt has my confidence wavering. “What are you thinking?”

Abbi stares at the coffee in her hand, the steam rising with the sun. She looks up at the sky, and if I had to guess, she’s searching for an answer. It’s early, the light of night still hanging on, but here we are, in the hot tub, sipping on warm coffee, and the warm glow from the lights above us reflecting off her face. Her gaze falls to the cup in her hand. “I think it’s pretty clear that we weren’t thinking.”

“I was,” I argue, because I was. It’s not like me to have regret, other than letting this girl go a few times, but something stirs inside me. She’s still not mine. Maybe never will be. “You regret it?” My face is expressionless. I’ve mastered this trait with her.

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