Fleeting Moments(30)

“As sweet as I f*cking imagined.”

I tremble in his arms, reaching for his jeans and unbuttoning the top button. They fall down as soon as it’s released, and I find him commando beneath them. My mouth waters, and I peek down. His cock is beautiful; it’s also extremely terrifying to look at. I haven’t been with many men—two to be exact—and none of them were equipped like this. He’s massive, not overly long, but thick. I swallow.

“Oh boy.”

“Yeah,” he growls, taking my leg and hooking it around his hip. “Oh boy.”

My eyes meet his and he positions his cock between us, giving me the lustiest, hottest look I’ve ever been given right before he glides into me. He does it in one, smooth motion—not too fast, not too slow, but straight in. I gasp, and the one leg holding me up trembles as pain and pleasure mix and shoot through my body. He grabs my ass and lifts me, freeing my poor leg from trying to hold on.

Then he f*cks me.

He doesn’t do it slow—he does it hard and he does it fast.

My fingers tangle into his hair and I jerk his mouth to mine, kissing and biting as he hammers my body against the wall. We’re both groaning, both moaning, both cursing. I bite his bottom lip and he growls, pulling me off the wall just an inch and slamming me back against it.

“Be careful, sweetheart,” he warns, thrusting in and out, harder and harder.

“Or what?” I gasp, letting my head fall back against the wall.

He leans down, nuzzling my neck, then he bites me. It’s hard, painful, and sharp. I scream and dig my nails into his shoulder, making him hiss.

“Fuck you,” I whimper. “Asshole.”

“I am f*cking you, baby.”

No man has ever talked dirty to me. Gerard certainly didn’t have it in him.

It turns me on.

In big ways.

An orgasm starts like liquid fire low in my belly, slowly creeping up little by little as he drives into me. Like fate, we find our release at the exact same time, both of us crying out as the best, most intense, most beautiful orgasm rocks us. I clutch him, body trembling, my sex grinding against him, letting it all out. I feel every pulse as he releases into me. It’s incredible.

It takes a few minutes for us both to come down from the high we just rode together, and when we do, he carefully releases me and lets my feet touch the ground again. For a minute I just stand there, my legs weak on the floor, my eyes pointed down. What did I just do? Oh god. What did I just do? I put my hands against his chest and push him back before ducking out and rushing up the stairs.

“Lucy!” he calls after me, but I don’t stop.

I race to my bedroom and slam the door, sliding down against it and dropping my head into my hands. My husband hasn’t even been gone a month, and I’m already falling into bed with another man. What the hell is wrong with me? Tears trickle out and run down my cheeks. I’m such a horrible person.

“Lucy!” Heath pounds on the door. “Open.”

I don’t answer.

“Open the door or I’ll climb in the damned window.”

I look up to the window and notice it’s open. That’s how he got in.

Jerk.

“Three seconds or I come into that window.”

I shuffle forward, and he must hear it because a second later the door opens and he steps in, shirtless, his jeans pulled up but unbuttoned. His hair is a mess, his body is perfect, and god dammit, he looks so f*cking gorgeous. He kneels down in front of me, taking my chin in his hand and tilting my head back. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

“My husband has been gone a few weeks, and I’m already sleeping with another man.”

“Firstly and most importantly, your husband is gone, so you’ve done nothing wrong. Secondly, I’m not just another man, and you know it.”

Dammit he’s right.

Still.

I look away.

“Don’t beat yourself up. That was going to happen, now, a month down the track—eventually, I was going to have you, and you know it.”

“I hate you, jerk,” I mutter.

I peek up at him and he’s grinning down at me. “You don’t hate me. Now get up. We’re going to shower.”

“No, we’re not.”

His eyes flash. “Oh, we are. You either come with me willingly or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you anyway.”

I stare defiantly at him.

“Have it your way.” He leans closer, launches my body up and stands, me over his shoulder. I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face. This man. He’s messing with my head in the best kind of way, and I love it.

“Stop smiling,” he mumbles, walking into my bathroom.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I huff.

He slaps my ass.

I can’t help it. I giggle.

And it feels amazing because it feels like it’s been forever since that’s happened.

Forever.

***

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I mumble against Heath’s skin later that night as we lie in bed.

“Stop overthinking it.”

“Everyone in my life thinks you’re imaginary, you disappear more than you’re around, yet here I am in bed with you. Something is very wrong with this picture.”