Maybe I imagined it.
I imagined her soaked panties. I imagined fingering her pussy and getting my fingers coated in her arousal. I imagined staring at her sexy asshole as I fucked her from behind. I imagined heart-pounding, dirty, dirty sex.
Her hands migrated up my stomach to my chest, studying the grooves and muscle of my frame. When she got to my shoulders, she squeezed them with her slender fingers then cupped my face, feeling the friction of my facial chair as she touched my chin.
My hand covered both of her ass cheeks, and I squeezed.
She was a sexy kisser.
I had another floor to go before we reached my bedroom, but I had condoms in my pocket, so I would fuck her in her room. I started to back her up and guide her to the first flat surface I could get her to.
But she stopped kissing me instead.
She pulled away with her hand resting on my arms, her eyes downcast as she avoided my gaze by looking at my chest. Her lips were still parted, and she breathed deep and hard because that kiss knocked the wind out of her like it did me. Then her fingertips touched her bottom lip, like the electricity between us had numbed her mouth in the process. “Goodnight…” She pulled away and walked into her bedroom.
I watched her go with a hard dick in my pants. The second I tried to take it further, it spooked her. I was tempted to go after her, to press her head into the mattress and force her ass in the air so I could take her anyway. I’d never been overcome with such an urge to take a woman violently. This was my house, and she was my property. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.
But before I did anything rash, I breathed through the pounding arousal in my dick and calmed myself. I could make this happen if I wanted to, but it would go against my promise. I’d vowed to protect her and take care of her.
Not force her to fuck me.
Even though my hands were balled into fists and my rage circulated in my blood, I turned around and went to bed.
16
Arwen
I almost did something really stupid last night.
I almost slept with my husband.
When he kissed me, I knew I should have pulled away…but I didn’t. Once his lips were on mine and I felt that incredible body with my fingertips, I got lost in the lust. I pictured myself on my back while that beautiful man fucked me until I came around his dick.
But that was a terrible idea.
I could barely tolerate the man when things weren’t complicated. What would happen once we started sleeping together? Would it be just a one-time thing? Or would it cause problems? Maverick and I weren’t in a monogamous relationship, so we were more like coworkers. You don’t shit where you eat.
If this was a lifelong commitment, I couldn’t see us casually sleeping together without consequences.
I didn’t see Maverick for a few days because I spent a lot of time at the theater…and I was purposely avoiding him. He seemed to be busy with work anyway, so we didn’t cross paths. Soon he would be taking out Ramon, so that might keep him busy for a few days.
But eventually, I would have to face him.
I wasn’t the kind of person to shy away from conflict, but I was dreading this conversation with Maverick. He wasn’t much of a talker, so he might pretend it never happened, choosing to be a passive-aggressive asshole.
Not that that was much better.
When I came home from the theatre, the moment arrived. I stepped inside the house and found him standing in the entryway, sorting through his mail while wearing a black suit. His powerful physique filled out the garment so well, making it fit him like a glove. He hardly ever wore suits, so he must have had serious business that afternoon.
There was no way around him without getting his attention, so I sucked it up and moved to the stairs.
He didn’t look up from the letter he was reading. “How long are you going to drag this out?” He flipped to another envelope and checked it before moving on to the next. He didn’t bother to look up and read my reaction. He seemed to feel it.
I slowly turned back to him, knowing he was right. I couldn’t be a coward forever. “Until now, I guess.”
He tossed the envelopes onto the center table, which held a massive sculpture that rose toward the chandelier hanging from the high, vaulted ceiling. His dark eyes showed his irritation. He wasn’t the gentle man he’d been a few nights ago on his birthday. He’d reverted back to the asshole he was before. “If you don’t want to fuck me, don’t lead me on. You’ve done it twice now.”