I raised my head to look at her and grinned. “It was kind of cute, actually. Your face got all pinched and angry, and your lips allpouty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, now I know you’re lying. I don’tpout.”
“Oh, you so do. I’ll take a photo next time to prove it.”
Her breath stuttered at the mention of there being a next time, and I wondered if she felt the same thrill I did at knowing we’d be sharing a bed again tonight. At that moment, my dick began throbbing again, and I knew the moment her lips parted and eyes widened that she was suddenly aware of the way it pressed into her stomach.
I froze, not wanting to move, ensnared by the way her every thought ran across her face. Was I an ass to admit I was ecstatic to see how much she wanted me too?
Slowly, I reached down to brush away a few strands of hair, my eyes locked with hers. “You’re beautiful, especially first thing in the morning.”
She licked her lips and swallowed hard, and my gaze fell to the shine on her full pink lips. I ached to close the gap
between us, to press my lips to hers andreallytaste her. She wanted me; I could see it there as if it were written.
She wanted me, and I wanted her. No, sex wasn’t a part of the job, but a part of me now wondered how much of this wedding weekend was even about the job anymore, and how much of it was about being around Chiara as much as possible.
Fuck, how was this real? Being with Ara after all these years was like pressing play on a movie that we’d paused over a decade ago. We were picking up right where we left off, only we were more intense. Even though we were fake, it felt like things were moving at warp speed and I was desperate to explore what I’d been missing.
I leaned closer to her, aching for another taste.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I hesitated, my gaze flicking to hers before I began lowering my head again.
“Practicing,” I said before brushing my lips with hers. Her breath stuttered, and I took advantage of her parted lips and deepened the kiss. She didn’t even hesitate to kiss me back, and inside, I roared with victory. I needed this.
I kissed her long and deep, her lips so fucking soft. Her fingers were gentle against my bare chest, and I slid the hand that had been on her hip slowly upward, taking the hem of her shirt with it.
We were both breathing unevenly now, but neither of us stopped. I kissed her again and again, my hand sliding up her shirt inch by inch until my thumb brushed the underside of her breast.
She shifted beneath me, unintentionally grinding herself against me and I couldn’t bite back the groan that escaped me.
I pulled back an inch, her gray eyes practically molten silver with heat as they stared up at me, wide and surprised. Taking one of her hands, I tested her responses and pressed it into the mattress by her head. Her eyes widened, and when her breath hitched, I knew it was because I was pressed firmly between her legs, her heat scorching and my cock throbbing.
Fuck.We were on dangerous ground.
Move, Flynn. Roll away. This isn’t what she paid for. It isn’t what she asked for.
Yeah, but her eyes were practically begging me. I tried not to notice, but her nipples had pebbled beneath her thin tank top as if aching for my touch. The pulse in her neck was fluttering wildly, and her breathing was no longer even and calm.
“Flynn, I—”
Chiara’s words were cut off when her phone started to ring. I shot away from her as if I’d been burned and rolled out of bed, hurrying to yank on my jeans despite my poor, protesting cock.
You’re not good for her!
“H-hello?” Ara said, answering the phone, her voice frazzled. “No, I’m fine, you didn’t interrupt anything.”
Well, that wasn’t true, but it was probably for the best. I moved to the bathroom as she spoke on the phone and took care of my business. When I got to the sink, I washed my hands and splashed water on my face before spreading it around the back of my neck. I needed to cool off before heading back out there.
Glancing up at myself in the mirror, I shook my head. Fucking hell… what was I doing? I wanted her, yes. There was nothing wrong with admitting it, and lying to myself was not a habit I would let myself fall back into. But this was a business transaction… at least for her. I didn’t want to make things more complicated by seducing her, not if she’d regret it later.
Besides, from what little experience I had in getting close to her, Chiara wasn’t likely to like sex the way I needed it. Vanilla was off the table to me now. It had been for a very long time. I couldn’t imagine her letting me wrap my hand around her throat while I fucked her or letting me blindfold her or tie her up. I couldn’t imagine her letting me fuck her in a public place. I’d have her sitting on my lap, a skirt fanned out around us and my cock buried so deep inside her—
“Fuck,” I hissed adjusting the hard on I’djustmanaged to get down. Okay, so Icouldimagine all those things, but I didn’t think reality would line up with the fantasy. Ara was a good girl, and while a strong part of me wanted to turn her bad, I didn’t think it was fair to do. Not when I would leave.
I wanted to finish what we’d started out there, but then what? I’d go back to my home, and she would go back to hers. We weren’t a real couple, and continuing down this path was only guaranteed to leave one of us hurting. The thought of hurting Ara that way stung.
