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The mattress dipped as he lowered me onto my back. My chest heaved with anticipation when he hooked my leg over his hip before grinding against me. My fingertips sunk into his comforter as I let out a breathy moan. Thank goodness there was still music playing downstairs because I couldn’t stay quiet with him.
“Fuck foreplay, Caufield. I want you in me.”
With a heated glare he reached for his side table, searching for a condom. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, stilling him.
“No,” I whispered. “We never used to use them. I don’t want to use them now.”
Saturday morning in my shower had reminded me how much better it was without one. I didn’t want anything between us. I just wanted him. We’d used one this morning, when my breasts were flattened against the therapy table and he’d railed me from behind. But that had been more about convenience.
Will froze, studying me through half-lidded eyes.
“Unless you still want to,” I muttered uncertainly.
“Riley, I–” Will’s arms on either side of my head tensed. “I can’t.”
“It’s fine. We’ll use a condom.”
“No.” He rocked back on his heels. “I mean I can’t do this anymore.”
Despite currently lying down, I felt floored. The bed may as well have fallen out from beneath me.
“What do you mean?” I croaked, partially sitting up on my elbows.
“I mean, I–”
When he got back to his feet and began pacing the room, immediately my defences kicked into gear.
Here we went again. Déjà freaking vu.
Sliding to the foot of the bed, I reached for my discarded clothing. Though before my hands could wrap around my polo, Will was dropping to the ground in front of me. His large hands came to rest on my thighs, stilling me.
“Give us another chance, Riley.”
I frowned. “I am, Caufield. If you hadn’t just freaked out, we’d literally be having sex right now.”
“A real chance. No moreCaufield. No moreno kissingrules.” Will’s eyes were full of determination. “I want to be able to kiss you when I see you, Riley. I want to kiss you when I say good morning. I want to kiss you before I say goodnight. I want to kiss you when you’ve strapped my shoulder and saved my ass. I want to kiss you when I think you look beautiful, which is all the fucking time by the way. I want to kiss you when you’re on the brink of coming. I just… I want you again. I never stopped wanting you.”
With his brow furrowed, his thumb tenderly stroked my cheek bone. It was only then that I realised I was crying.Why was I crying?Because I knew where this was going, and that broke my heart.
I shook my head. “This would never work.”
Confusion clouded Will’s face. “Why?”
“Because you’re obsessed with hockey.”
“I’m not obsessed.”
I dryly laughed. “You’re literally only sleeping with me because it improves your game.”
“We both know that isn’t true. Last I checked, I wasn’t about to play another game tonight.”
He was right. That was a momentary lapse in judgement on my part.
“I can’t,” I murmured.
The disappointment on Will’s face was too much to bear. I had to look at the ceiling to get a hold of myself.
“Is this because... is it because I cheated on you?”
