Page 44 of The Moment They Can Never Forgive
She trembled.
“You’re shaking.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Still a liar,” he murmured.
And then his mouth was on her. Hot, unrelenting. Leah cried out and grabbed the edge of the counter to keep from sliding off as his tongue did a sweep of her damp folds. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders as he worked her with the kind of focus that made her dizzy, his teeth grazing the hard nub between her thighs. She hated him. She wanted him. God help her, she still loved him.
When she came, it was with his name on her lips and years of tension behind it. He rose then, his mouth wet, eyes satisfied and dark with need.
“I hate that you still know my body,” she whispered, breathless.
“I hate that I never forgot it.”
He kissed her again, raw and hungry, and she reached between them, finding the hardness straining behind his fly. He groaned, low and guttural, as she undid the button and reached inside, wrapping her fingers around him.
“No condom,” she said between kisses.
“I’ll pull out,” he rasped, already pushing his jeans down.
“I’m on the pill.”
That made him pause, but only for a heartbeat. He caught her face in his hands and kissed her hard.
She wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer and into her body.
Dan lifted her off the counter and carried her the few steps to the kitchen table, where he laid her down with a tenderness that cut through the heat.
Then he sank into her, slow and deep, and everything else disappeared.
The hurt, the years, the reasons they shouldn’t. It all burned away in the heat of their bodies colliding, over and over again, until they were nothing but breath and sweat and a past they’d pushed aside… for now. He drove into her again and again, and she felt the delicious tremors of another release building inside her.
“Leah,” he moaned low in his throat. “Come for me again.”
She did, arching up and into him as he drove deep. Dan followed one thrust later. Then he slumped on top of her.
The sound of a phone ringing and the words “Uncle Asher calling” filled the kitchen.
“I need to take this,” Dan said, easing off her body.
“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a cop, and this could be an emergency. Leah wondered why she was suddenly cold, as if all that lovely heat she’d felt when he’d touched her had turned to ice.
She got off the table, her limbs feeling heavy, and reached for her clothes as he pulled his phone out of his pants.
“Uncle Asher.”
She dressed while he listened and then said, “Okay, I’ll head in soon.”
She’d pulled on her shirt when he said, “Leah?—”
“Just go, Dan. Your uncle needs you.”
“I don’t need to go now. He wants me to stop in on the way home to look at something he’s found.”
“We both know this shouldn’t have happened.” She couldn’t look at him.
“I don’t know that, and we need to talk.”
