Page 6 of Wild Night
The poundingin my head is a steady thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
With a moan, I roll over onto my side. When I reach out, I feel his body still next to mine. Gently, hesitantly, I place my palm against his back. His warm, smooth back. God, the muscle there. I’ve never touched anything like it in my life.
Never felt it beneath my fingertips, never kissed it, licked it, sucked on it the way I did last night.
My lips curve up into a small smile as I think about all the things we did last night. I didn’t know sex could be so amazing. That I could feel so fulfilled, I think I might be able to actually live off sex with Ivy.
He moans as he shifts slightly in the bed. He moves around, turning his head toward me, and then he opens his eyes. I expect him to smile at the sight of me beside him, but he doesn’t.
Instead, his brows knit together, almost in a frown, then he grunts before he rolls over onto his back. Pulling my hand back, I reach for the sheet and pull it up to cover my bare breasts. I watch as Ivy sits up and lifts his hands to his face, pressing his palms against his eyes, and rubs.
Wordlessly, he throws his legs over the side of the bed and stands. I watch his spectacular ass as he makes his way toward the attached bath. Flicking my gaze up to his back, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. He’s got ink everywhere. And on his back is the most intricate design. It’s the insignia on the back of his leather vest. And it’s hot.
Once he’s in the bathroom, I roll onto my stomach and hide my face in the pillow. I cannot believe that after being celibate for two years, I had sex with this man whose name I don’t even know.
The best sex I’ve ever had.
Wild sex.
The things we did… I’ve never done before.
Not once did I worry about how I looked, how I sounded, or if I was making a funny face. If my stomach rolled out or there was a dimple somewhere on my body that he could see. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel the need to be perfect.
I felt free with him.
He was in the moment with me.
It was the best.
When the bathroom door opens, I pinch my eyes closed and breathe. I listen to him move around the room and realize that he’s getting dressed. I open my eyes, watching him tug his boots on before he turns back to the bed.
He walks over to me, then I feel his hand grab my ass through the sheet. “Posey?” he asks.
Shifting my gaze up, I look at him. He grins then clears his throat, and before I realize what’s happening, I feel his palm land on my ass in a single slap.
“Heading out. Lock the door after I walk out. I’ll see you around.”
And then he stands up and walks out of the room. I stare as he closes the door behind him, and then I am left alone.
All alone.
That moment of bliss where I felt somewhat special is fleeting now. It meant nothing to Ivy. I meant nothing to him—a good time. One night of fun, and now it’s over. I should have understood the score, but I allowed myself a moment of hope, and that’s where I made the mistake.
It’s my mistake.
Not the first mistake I’ve made, and it will not be my last.
But here I go again, proving that I cannot choose a man. My body just went feral for this man, and he was not the right one in the slightest. What I need to do is pick someone who is the exact opposite of everything I find attractive.
Although Ivy looks nothing like Lucian or any other man I’ve been with, personalities don’t lie. And he is exactly like the others. He used me then walked away. At least he said he’d see me around.
That’s something, I guess.
