Taming His Tutor(59)

She was ready. His guts burned.

He was having it now. Her. All of her. He jerked his shorts down and kicked them off as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He snapped it on and stepped closer. Smoothing his palm over her gorgeous ass, he delved lower to cup her from behind, stroking his middle finger to check her.

He growled. Hot, slick. Sensation rushed. He wanted to do everything all in the one instant—touch, taste, take.

“What are you waiting for?” she goaded.

Suddenly fury ripped through him. He smacked his hands on her thighs, pulling them wider apart, and then lifted her up while bending his knees at the same time. Her fuck-me stilettos made her just tall enough.

He thrust hard. Shocking pleasure rushed over him. So good. Always so damn good. He wrapped his arms right around her, tight. Needing her closer. She bucked back against him, her hips meeting his in a fast rhythm.

He bent his head to her neck, breathed in her scent, her hair a silky mess.

Despite the sharp pleasure, it wasn’t enough.

He hated that her back was to him. That he couldn’t see her response. He pulled out and spun her to face him, thrusting back inside. He slapped his hands under her butt and lifted her higher. She hooked her legs around his waist. Her head fell back; her lips were reddened, parted. But her eyes were closed.

“Look at me,” he rasped, thrusting hard with each word. “Look at me.”

This didn’t feel right. She was hot, and rubbing against him. But it wasn’t the same. He wanted the woman he’d had the other night. The one who’d made love to him. The one who’d looked at him with more than heat. So much more.

“Abbi, look at me,” he bellowed, fucking her harder. Trying to get deeper.

Her eyes flashed open. Sharp, shining sapphires. Too bright.

“Abbi.” He reached down between them to touch her clit, to send her over, sensing she needed it.

He’d stroked only a couple of times when she closed her eyes with a high-pitched cry. She shut him out even as he felt her milking him. Her actions now were only physical. It wasn’t enough.

But even as he thrust forward, trying to force for more, his own orgasm was ripped from him. He punched the wall at her side in frustration as all his energy was sapped.

He’d never known sex could feel so good.

Yet be so painful.

…

Abbi unhooked her legs from around his waist. Sweat slicked, and now that there was an inch between them, it cooled her quickly.

He straightened and stepped back. Abbi couldn’t look him in the eye. She glanced about, desperate to leave.

Lesson learned. The hard way.

She should have skipped this one. As pleasurable as the sex had been, she’d just put her already-mangled heart through the shredder.

And she hadn’t thought through the consequences of having no clothes with her. Reaching for her coat, she tried to claim back a shred of dignity. “Doesn’t feel as satisfying as I thought it would.”

He just stared at her, like she was someone he didn’t know.

She glanced past him, pulling her belt tight, and saw the table littered with papers. Plans. She stepped closer to get a better look. Plans for another ex-warehouse gym conversion. There was going to be a small apartment on the top floor of his new facility. Just like this one.

“You’ll move in there?” It wasn’t really a question. She saw the name of the place on the corner of the plans, a satellite city a good two hours away.

He nodded. “Install a manager here.”

Their lessons weren’t just over. He was leaving. He wouldn’t be ten minutes away. She wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into him.

The finality of the situation hit her. This so wasn’t what she wanted. Not at all.

Her pitiful heart thumped. This was it, then? This was the good-bye? Despite her hurt, her mind searched for a stalling tactic. She couldn’t help asking. “You coming to the party tomorrow night?”

“No.”

“They’re launching the app,” she added, pretending she hadn’t heard him. “Well, really it’s a glorified party favor, but I’m looking forward to seeing how it goes.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a big success.”

And it would. A lighthearted, fun guide to flirting and having fantastic sex. Not for finding true love. Not for navigating your way through heartbreak.

“I have a meeting to go to,” he added. “So I can’t be there.”

No, he didn’t. He was lying. And Abbi discovered that bout of angry sex had done nothing to lessen her anger. “You’re going to cut me from your life now that the deal is done, aren’t you?”

He said nothing.

“That’s what you do.” She stepped up to him, no longer trying to act cool. Simply unable to. She was too hurt, too angry. She lost it and lashed out. “You walk away and don’t ever look back. The Burns family. Brooke. Basketball. Every lover you’ve ever had. And now me.”