Unbreakable (City Lights, #2)(93)

“Cory, please…”

“Not yet.”

I found a shred of control and kept the pace slow because I wanted to, to savor this moment, which likely wasn’t going to come again, not when the guilt found her later. I rolled my hips slowly, thrust deeply. She bit my shoulder and the pain only added to the unbelievable ecstasy that was building in me.

“Harder,” she begged, and I had no choice but to obey. I quickened my pace, impossible not to now. My control was unspooling rapidly, my body acting without me, driven by her words and her want. I hooked her leg on the crook of my elbow and just let go.

“Oh god, Cory.” She clutched me, raked her nails, captured my lower lip with her teeth…a thousand little touches that spurred me on. The lounger creaked from the exertion. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Short of her telling me to, I had no intention of stopping, but in that moment, in between the crescendo of ecstasy we’d built together, her eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt tear through me, through my very soul. I suddenly did want to stop everything, stop our lustful gyrations—this unabashed f*cking—even stop the incredible pleasure that was crashing over me and coursing through me like a tsunami. I wanted to stop and hold her and demand to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling, because her eyes suddenly held so much more than lust.

But in the space of heartbeat, it was gone. She squeezed her eyes shut as that tidal wave of pleasure swamped her and I followed after, drowned in ecstasy, my thoughts drowning with me.





Chapter Thirty-Three


Alex



I held Cory tightly, our bodies a tangle of wet, slippery limbs, unwilling to let it all end. I wanted to remain in this fog of pleasure, this deathless death the Hozier song spoke of, and when it dissipated, return to it again and again.

My body hummed, every nerve awake and singing. I couldn’t believe it could be like this. The sensations, the pleasure, the sheer joy of sharing my body with a man. It had been too long—too damn long—since I’d felt anything remotely close to this. It was wrong to betray Drew, but what he and I had wasn’t right either. This passion with Cory, this lust and touching and heat and give and take…it shouldn’t be a novelty or some singular holiday extravaganza—fireworks on the Fourth of July and nothing else for the other three hundred and sixty-four days.

Despite my rationalizations, I expected the guilt to find me and I guessed Cory did too. He raised his head, his expression apprehensive. I shook my head no. Tonight, there will be fire.

I kissed him, long and hard—a promise of more—and then pushed him away so I could curl off the lounge. “I’m going to take a shower.” I wrapped a towel around my waist and glanced over my shoulder. “Are you coming?”

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The hot water rained down on us and as we washed the taste of chlorine off our skin, a task made slower by the deep, intense kisses Cory couldn’t seem to get enough of. He didn’t touch my naked body when he kissed me like that, but held my face in his hands, holding me like I was something to be cherished, while his mouth moved with mine, touching and tasting and exploring…

It was dangerous to kiss him like this. I was baring myself to him more nakedly than even standing in the shower with him, or lying on the lounger and obeying his lustful commands. There had been a moment earlier, as we’d rocked together on that lounger, when I’d felt something in me—something I was holding protectively—break free and escape. But then the pleasure had taken over and the moment passed, the feelings bottled back up where they couldn’t frighten me with their intensity. Where I couldn’t look at them and name them and face them for what they were.

“Alex…?” Cory said, after a kiss that left me breathless.

“Don’t talk,” I said. “Talking makes me think and I don’t want to think. Not tonight. And we only have tonight. Okay?”

It could only be tonight. One night to satisfy whatever addiction my psyche had for him. To end, once and for all, what had begun between us in the bank. I had the foolish hope that if we had one night of unbridled passion, I’d get Cory out of my system and be able to move on.

Cory met my words with a pained expression, but he nodded slowly. I clasped my fingers behind his neck, intending to make it up to him.

In every way possible.

“What you did to me on the lounge. When you put your mouth on me...” I shivered with remembered pleasure. “I haven’t had that in years.”

“Unreal,” he said, his voice husky. He kissed my chin, my neck, the curve of my collarbone. I felt the sharp nip of his teeth on my breast but the sensation that skimmed up my neck was more pleasure than pain. “I’ll do it again. I’ll do anything for you. Or to you.”

Jesus, just his voice made me weak. “Yes,” I breathed. “I want it all.”

He started to kneel but I took him by the shoulders, stopping him. “But not yet. Later. We have all night. But what you did…I haven’t had it done to me, and I haven’t done it either. Not in ages.” My heart clanged madly in my chest and I forced my eyes to meet Cory’s. “I want to do it. To you.”

And God, that was the truth. I wanted him so badly, in every way. He deserved it. I had been deprived but so had he. He’d known loveless years, all in a vain attempt to do right by the mother of his child. I was determined to give him as much as he was giving me, for at least one night.