I blinked up at him. Frightened. Alive. Warm…
“Come back to me,” he whispered.
“I’m here,” I pushed out, barely a sound.
He ran his knuckle over my cheek, his eyes tracking his movements before meeting mine again. “I get it, and it’s okay.”
All I could do was swallow all the responses begging to be set free:
Do you, Henry? Because I sure as hell don’t.
Why am I doing this, lying to my friends and keeping us a secret?
Why don’t I want to stop?
Why do I want to keep you as mine for as long as I possibly can?
“It’s okay,” he repeated with a soft smile.
Without saying anything else, he guided me out of the shower, not bothering with towels or drying each other off as he walked me through his pristine apartment. We were dripping wet, our bodies soaked, but neither of us seemed to care as Henry backed me up to edge of his huge bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. Goosebumps erupted everywhere, both from the coolness of the air con in his room against my soaked skin, and from the way he looked at me.
God, the way helookedat me.
“Don’t worry about tomorrow,” he said quietly, running his knuckle down my cheek again. “Remember this moment. I’ll be the distraction you need.”
“What if you’re the problem?”
“Then, tell me to stop.”
The thought made me feel sick. “I can’t.”
“Thank God.” His slow smile rose before he pulled me in for another one of those heady kisses that threatened to ruin me for any other man for as long as I lived.
Not long after, we spent hours bringing each other to climax, with fingers entwined, hands roaming, lips seeking, tongues licking, and mouths sucking. But when Henry’s body hovered over mine as he thrust in and out of me torturously slowly, looking down on where we were joined, with his lips parted and his breaths sawing in and out of him, that pinch in my chest became even tighter.
Only this time, I understood the pain, because every part of what we were doing made sense.
Everything except our impending expiration date.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Phoebe
Rhea
Just checking you’re safe and still with grumpy pants. I haven’t heard any police sirens nearby, so I’m assuming you haven’t killed each other yet.
Phoebe
All good. He’s actually not so bad after a few tequilas.
Rhea
I bet he isn’t ;)
Phoebe
Behave.
