My fingers dipped lower. Brushed over my engorged clit.
Chills raced.
A forewarning of bliss.
I stopped fighting the need and let my mind drift away to a better time.
To the places where we’d hide away, where he’d love me in the shadows and beneath the night.
Where the heavens watched down over us like a vigilant embrace.
Our time secreted away.
Forbidden but right.
I whimpered as my thumb circled that throbbing bud, and I held back the tiniest cry as I pressed my fingers into my body.
The air crackled. The room shook. The oxygen grew thin.
I froze when I was hit with the awareness.
With the distinct sensation that I was not alone.
Heart battering at my ribs, my eyes snapped open to find the dark form standing just inside the bedroom door.
My throat closed off as his presence swept over me like a drug.
I prayed I was hallucinating, that I’d been foolish enough to invite the memories into the here and now and they were messing with my head. But I was sure there was no way I could make up the reverberation that rumbled the ground when he clicked the door shut behind him and edged my way.
Each step measured.
Purposed.
His foreboding shape was silhouetted in the middle of the room, the man smoke, as if he were both solid and didn’t exist.
I pressed my knees together like I could pretend he hadn’t just walked in on me touching myself to the echo of who we once had been.
It didn’t matter—I could feel the searing of his gaze.
Fire burned me alive.
I wanted to die.
To turn to vapor.
To exist in his hands.
Everything was silent except for the ravaging of my heart, the blood that whooshed through my veins, and the rasps that panted from my mouth.
Finally, I managed to push the jagged words from my lips. “What are you doing in here?”
Even though I couldn’t make out his face, I could feel the piercing of his eyes as he stared at me where I writhed on the bed.
“I needed to see you.”
I shivered at the possession in his statement.
“Why?”