Page 71 of Reckless
Soft lips and hungry moans take me back to our night in a dimly lit elevator. To a hallway where I shoved her up against a wall.
I swipe my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She pulls me closer, over her. Until she’s laid back on the mattress and I’m straining to keep from falling straight into the bed with the woman who doesn’t seem to comprehend how tempting she is.
Her kisses are wild and frantic, edged in desperation. Her nails dig into my back as I nip at her bottom lip. My cock strains at the front of my jeans, but I force myself to hold back.
One of her legs wraps around my hips, tugging me close. Lining us up.
I grind into her, knowing I shouldn’t.
Knowing these jeans are so easily discarded.
Knowing how long it’s been.
Knowing she’ll regret this in the morning. Or worse, hold it against me and think I pounced on her in a moment of weakness when she wasn’t sure.
I want her to be as sure as I am.
I draw back, and for several seconds, we stare at each other. Much like eighteen months ago, I think we realize there’s a fervor between us that neither of us can explain or resist.
A pull. A connection. Alonging.
Or maybe that’s just me. After all, she just announced me as the father of her child and also her business partner to our closest group of friends and family.
“I’m sorry. I...you need rest.”
As I pull away, her hands tighten momentarily, like she might give me a sign that I shouldn’t leave. That she wants me as badly as I want her.
But nothing comes.
When I stand and stare down at her, she is deliciously disheveled. Puffy lips, chaotic eyes...and her nightgown has shifted up, baring her to me. Pussy spread, looking so damn pink and wet and inviting.
I often daydream about spending long, lazy hours with my head between those thighs.
Tearing my gaze away is nearly impossible, but continuing to stare at her with no response feels like an invasion.
I scrub a hand over my stubble and force myself to look away, seeking control in whatever corner I might find a shred of it. Then, with a pained groan, I reach forward and gently lower the light cotton to cover her while her eyes stay fixed on mine.
A deep flush creeps down her throat and over her chest, but she makes no move to stop me. Her chest rises and falls heavily as she watches with vibrant blue eyes and bright pink cheeks.
“Goodnight, Winter,” I whisper, clinging to the thread of control that doesn’t feel strong enough to drag me away from her.
That cool mask slips back over her dainty features as she replies with, “Goodnight, Theo.”
There’s a bite in her words. She wields my name like a whip, and I feel the sting of it.
“Sleep.” My voice comes out scratchy and unsure. “And don’t get out of bed until it’s light out.”
Peter peeks one eye open at me in dismissal before I walk away, forcing my joints to carry me toward the hallway.
And when I go to close the door behind me, the hinges squeak and Vivi’s cries come roaring back to life.
I’m happy to take over tonight. I want to spend quality time with Vivi.
That’s why I’m here.
But fuck. I can’t keep pretending either.
I want to spend quality time with Winter too.
