His arms came out, steadying her, and eyes wide, feeling frantic, she stared at him. Did he sense it, too, their time together coming to an end?
Not just that night, but forever?
His blue eyes seemed to bore into her. To be filled with the same enemy that had been slowly building in her.
His hand slid. Up her arm.
Ready to let go?
To say goodbye?
Forever?
She started to shake.
Felt the ragged breath he drew against her stomach as he swayed on his feet and their bodies touched. Leaned in for a moment. Both of them. Taking a last breath while they found the strength to break apart. Turn their backs.
Walk away.
Still looking up at him, she almost cried out with her inability to find the words, the solution that would send them back to who they were.
She opened her mouth. Willing answers to burst forth. To save them.
But his head lowered. Stifling any answers that might have come to her.
And obliterating further thought.
* * *
Scott kissed. He touched.
He was devoured. By the passion within him.
And the woman who’d brought it to that point.
Her lips, her tongue, her moans consumed him. He had no control.
Clothing ripped off.
He had no sense of anything but getting her to the floor, shoving a condom from his wallet down on himself and entering her. He’d have taken a breath then.
A moment.
But she bucked against him. Sliding up and in, and then down, once. From there, he had no idea how it went.
There was sweat. A hard floor in there somewhere. And a drive to explode out of the hell that had been taking over his sanity. His life.
When it happened, right after her inner folds started clenching around him, he could do nothing but let it take him. Ride the waves.
Until there weren’t any.
Waves.
Or barriers to thought, either.
Feeling the bruises forming on his elbows and knees as he held himself above the woman he’d just had sex with, Scott pulled out, and stood.
Horrified by what he’d done.
