THRUST(57)

Wanting to be closer to her, I sit on my knees and bring her body up to straddle my lap. Our bodies are plastered together, not even an inch of breathing room as I kiss her flesh all over and bury myself inside her.

I feel her nails dig into my skin and her breathing picks up next to my ear. “I want to come with you, Kyan. I can feel that I’m getting close.”

Holding her as close as possible, I press my lips to hers and sway my hips, pulling her body so I can get as deep as I can. I feel myself close to orgasm so I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, moaning as she clenches around my cock.

A few seconds later, I rock into her one last time, releasing my load inside her, being sure that she gets every last drop.

She drops her forehead to mine and grabs my face, looking into my eyes as we hold each other. Looking back at her, I feel an emotion rush through me that can hurt us both. Tonight everything is perfect, we’re perfect, but what happens when we get back home and we have no choice but to face reality.

This woman might just have the power to break me completely . . .





IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE night but I can’t seem to sleep. I’m laying here wrapped up in Kyan’s arms, wanting nothing more than to just feel him close to me. The more I lay here and watch him breathing, the more beautiful he becomes by the second.

Thinking about tomorrow and what could happen when we get home scares me. After having this feeling with Kyan, I don’t think I can give it up. I had fun with Hunter. He’s great, but he’s not Kyan; no one is, and I don’t want to be doing this with anyone else but him. I know that more now than ever.

Swallowing back my worry, I reach up and twirl a piece of his brown hair between my fingers. His grip on me tightens, pulling me even closer into his firm chest.

Savoring this moment, I press my lips to his chest while breathing in his intoxicating scent. This could quite possibly be the only moment like this that we’ll get to share. That thought scares the shit out of me. After sharing the most intimate sex I’ve ever had in my life with this man . . . with Kyan, it might just rip my heart out to lose this, to lose him.

Pulling me up so that we’re eye level, Kyan tangles our bodies together and kisses my nose. “Get some sleep, baby. No thinking. Just close your eyes.”

I can’t help but to notice the pain behind his voice as if he knows this is the last moment like this we’ll share as well. My heart aches to hold onto this moment.

Please don’t let me lose this feeling . . .



WE ARRIVED BACK AT THE apartment over an hour ago. After kissing me on the side of the mouth, like I sort of expected, Kyan took off to take care of some business at the gym. It left me feeling empty and reminded me that things are a lot more complicated than I’d hoped they would be when we returned.

I’ve been sitting here staring at the wall, thinking about how he made me feel yesterday when he surprised me at the wedding.

A mixture of emotions run through me, reminding me just how much of an effect this man has had over me the last few weeks. Despite me trying to shut it off, this man has been evading my every thought from the very beginning. Not even Hunter was able to push Kyan completely out of my thoughts. The problem is that Hunter might just be able to push me from Kyan’s. The idea of that makes me feel sick to my stomach.

The door to the apartment opens to Tori dropping her keys down onto the table. Closing the door, she grins and runs across the room, jumping over the arm of her chair. “So . . .” Sitting up straight, she tilts her head, pushing for me to put her out of her misery. “What happened? Don’t leave shit out? I want it all.”

Sighing, I lay back on the couch and squeeze my eyes shut. Thinking about it just exhausts me, but that still hasn’t stopped me from doing it. “Last night was absolutely incredible. I won’t lie. We spent the night alternating between having rough, wild sex to having the most passionate sex of my damn life. He’s so good, Tori; so damn good that it hurts to not be able to be like that now. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I let out a breath and run my hands over my face in frustration.

“Wild, passionate sex sounds like a damn good time to me, so why do you look so . . . so . . . sad or some shit? I’d be all up that sexy man’s ass right now instead of on this lame couch.”

“Because we’re back home,” I huff. “Back in Chicago.”

“And? What’s the problem?”

I sit up enough so that I can look at her. “The problem is that what happened in Wisconsin was temporary. That’s what. Back here in Chicago, we have unattached sex, personal training sessions, and his . . . brother. That’s the problem.”