Ha. She’d had a great time, but she didn’t want to admit it because it didn’t fit into her neat dollhouse existence.
He leaned over and began to unbutton her blouse. This was what she wanted, so damn it, he’d give it to her.
She looked at him, eyes wide and twitching. “Now?”
“Why not?” he asked because this was supposed to be a one-night stand. She was willing, he was ready. All he had to do was prove it to her. In fact—he took a handful of cotton and ripped—he wasn’t close to boring.
Buttons flew across the room, and he saw the spark of adventure in her eyes.
He freed one breast from the pointless bra she wore and fastened his mouth around it.
She smelled like apple cider and something flowery and sweet, but her skin tasted like spice. Lush, potent, spice. His mouth sucked harder and he heard a low, feminine moan.
Success.
Cory lowered her back on the bed, slowly drawing down her pants. She shouldn’t have dressed. He shouldn’t have dressed, not when there was all this—
His hand reached down.
Moist heat.
Rebecca bucked when he touched her, but he hadn’t even started. Not really. Determinedly his hand skimmed back and forth, and he watched her face. She had no idea what she kept bottled inside her. The eyes were a sensible gray until she got turned on. And then the devils came there, banking the silver with low fires. Her hair fell in a straight line, until her head listed to one side, the pale silk falling in her eyes like a wanton. And the mouth. No disguising the plump mouth and its intended uses. But they’d save that for later.
Later. Cory cursed himself, drawing down her panties more roughly than he intended, but Rebecca didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers were kneading at his shoulder like a kitten.
This time he drew her legs apart, watching as the sharpened, silvery eyes shifted to his mouth. He knew what she wanted. A kiss. A bond of more than bodies.
His fingers moved higher inside her, deeper, and she gasped. Her gaze moved off his mouth.
He bent his head, his mouth feasted on her other breast, pulling and laving.
Her back arched into him, her hips tilting in invitation. Her pelvis rubbing against the fly of his jeans. Rebecca was a fast learner, fast learning which things would drive him out of his mind. The jeans were gone, and then his cock was inside her.
Maybe it was nothing but furniture-banging, but it’d be the best furniture-banging she’d ever get. When he felt that slick glove surround him he felt a thousand devils burn within.
He had meant to screw her hard and fast. To show the perky tight-ass cheerleader that she wasn’t the perfect angel she wanted to be. But that face…
It was as if it was yesterday, and he was back in high school. He felt that same pull. That same desire to make those angel’s eyes look at him. See him.
Cory thrust inside her slow, smooth. She noticed the change, and watched him warily. Again he went inside her, deeper this time. Dark lashes fell against her cheeks, her eyes hidden. He sank into her again, willing her to look at him.
She did.
The wanton, cloudy gaze hit on his mouth, plump lips open, waiting, inviting. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t.
There was a sick throbbing in his gut as he lowered his mouth, feeling her warm breath on his skin. He didn’t listen to the voice inside him, instead he lunged into the kiss like a drowning man. There were many things that Cory feared, and this was one. Losing himself inside someone else.
He kissed her again and again, tasting the sweetness in her, plundering her mouth, drawing her light into his darkness.
It didn’t work—the darkness was still there, but God, he kept trying. He pounded her. He wanted to own her. Wanted to…wanted to do so many things. But in the end, he knew he couldn’t. The heat in his blood cooled, reminding him that when you trusted people, they could turn on you, pull you into the shadows and do despicable things that no person should endure. He wasn’t going back there. Ever again.
He wanted to pull away from her, but she felt too good. Instead he thrust even deeper. Telling himself that he was only fucking her. And that if he said it enough, he’d believe it.
Over and over he moved inside her, feeling her move with him. Feeling her muscles, feeling her blood, feeling her.
It felt so pure.
Then her muscles stiffened around him, and he saw her eyes glaze over. When he watched her come, the punch in his gut was a thousand times worse than he’d ever expected. Instinctively his body reacted, tightened and he spilled himself inside her.
The innocent eyes stared up at him, seeing things, good things in him that weren’t there. She, who’d never seen the darkness in humanity. He, who couldn’t escape it.
No. No. No. No. No.