The Game (Wagered Hearts Series, #3)(30)

"Come for me!" I demanded, feeling myself on the brink of my own orgasm.

I wanted her to come first. At my command, she let loose and clenched her muscles around me and shouted out my name. I felt her body tense before she shuddered against me.

Watching her come spurred my own need for release. That was enough to send me over the edge and my fingers gripped her hips tightly as I buried myself inside her. I couldn't help the growl that was torn from my lips as came. I continued to thrust as we both rode out our climax. I felt completely drained and collapsed on top of her before rolling to my side.

My breathing was ragged and unsteady, and I could still feel the pounding in my chest as my heart thudded against my ribs. I'd never experienced a more intense orgasm before. I didn't know if it was because I'd gone without sex for so long, or if Emilia had something to do with it. We lay like that, both spent and silent, but in complete and total satisfaction for--I don't even know how long. Eventually our breathing went back to normal and my heart beat at a slow and steady rhythm.

Now that my mind wasn't so clouded by uncontrolled lust, and I was starting to get a sense of my surroundings, I felt the first twinge of regret start to creep in. What did we just do? This was a mistake. The thought ate me up and I felt the sudden urge to leave. I couldn't think straight with Emilia lying so close to me, naked no less. I needed to get out while I still could. I bolted up from the bed and started gathering my clothes, throwing them on haphazardly. Emilia lifted herself off the bed to look at me in confusion.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I've got to go," I said.

"Is something wrong?"

"No...Nothing's wrong. I just think it's best if I go now," I said.

She blew out a frustrated breath. "Don't think you can just walk out here like this and expect me to chase after you like some lovesick fool. I'm nobody's fool, Rob," she said.

I looked at her one last time before striding to the door and opening it. I wanted to say something else, to explain my feelings to her, but I didn't even know what my feelings were. I couldn't even explain it to myself.

Instead I kept walking until I was out of her apartment. I used the front entrance this time, and didn't look back. By the time I reached the outside of her building, I was out of breath. Not from the excursion, but from all the agitation I was feeling. I waved off the doorman who offered to call a taxi for me. A nice walk was exactly what I needed. I needed time to think and calm myself down. I'd worry about my car later.

What just happened between Emilia and me was extraordinary--amazing really. I couldn't recall a time when I'd felt so alive or connected to another person. And that scared the hell out of me. In my adult life, no one had made me feel the way Emilia had, and I wondered if I'd gotten in over my head.





Chapter 14: Emilia



I picked up the nearest thing to me and threw it against the wall as Rob stormed out of my apartment. It shattered into dozens of tiny broken pieces. I yelled out loud in frustration, and threw my head back on the pillow. That was my favorite Swarovski vase and now it was smashed to bits.

Damn Rob! How dare he walk out on me like that, as if I were just some cheap whore? We had barely just finished, and he was already getting dressed and scurrying around like the devil was on his heels. I'd never been treated like that before. Guys usually worshipped the ground I walked on, and it was me who had to cut the after sex cuddle short and kick them out. Now I just felt used and humiliated.

I closed my eyes and tried to temper my anger as I counted to ten in my head. It was a technique I'd learned in anger management after I had got into a fight with another model when I was 17. It had always worked for me before, but right now, nothing could block the picture in my mind of Rob's look of horror right before he walked out of my room.

I had only myself to blame, though. I knew what kind of man he was long before we ever got together. He'd admitted to me outright that he wasn't into relationships, and definitely didn't see a future for us together. If I'd only remembered that fact, I could have avoided this brutal rejection and saved my bruised ego. I should have stuck to the original agreement and never even invited him up to my apartment. What the hell was I thinking?




He had been so good with my family and so understanding. I thought there might have been something there. And then when he kissed me, I could barely think for the high I felt. But it was all a lie. He'd never change and I'd been a fool to think he would. In the end, I only played myself.

Now I'd not only complicated our relationship, but threw our whole agreement into jeopardy. How were we to move on from this? Could we just go back to how things were, and act like nothing ever happened?

I knew if we had any chance of getting over this little obstacle, I had to shove all my feelings aside and pretend like none of it mattered. It was just sex. Neither of us were virgins, certainly not Rob. I was sure he'd had more than enough experience in this department to handle it like an adult.

Even as I thought it, I knew I was deluding myself. I was only supposed to pretend like I'd fallen in love with Rob, and the crazy thing was, I might have just done it for real. I rolled over on my side and groaned. Of all the dumb things to do, this one took the cake.

I'd always had a thing for unattainable men before, but none of them held a candle to Rob Benedict. The best thing to do for the both of us was to just call the whole thing off--the engagement, the fake relationship. I was halfway done dialing Charlotte's phone number to tell her of my change of heart when I stopped.