His gaze held heat and hunger but also a question.
I felt my breaths come quick and sharp, something inside me firing further just knowing that whisper of a touch was gliding along his lips. Therefore I suspected my gaze held heat and hunger too, but also the answer to his question.
I was correct. I knew because suddenly, he was up and he took me with him.
His hands to my skirt, he yanked it high, exposing my panties. I gasped and leaned to him, lifting my hands and curling my fingers around his hard shoulders.
Without delay, he shoved his hands in the back of my panties and down until they fell to my ankles.
And then I was up and he was striding to the wall as I wrapped my legs around his hips, one arm around his shoulders.
My other hand was working between us.
I barely freed him before his hips moved forward probingly. He caught where he needed to be and immediately surged in, filling me.
Oh God.
So completely filling me.
I swung my ankles back to hitch my calves on his hips in order to find purchase and ride him as Sebring fucked me against the wall in the club. One hand at my ass, his other one caught the back of my neck, squeezing and giving me a slight shake, telling me he wanted my eyes.
I gave them to him.
Panting, gasping, moaning against his parted lips, his labored breaths scored across mine as I held him tight at the shoulders. My other hand cupped to the back of his head, I rode his driving cock as he fucked me hard.
It took no time at all before I exploded on a whimper, sliding my nose along his before dropping my forehead to his shoulder because I couldn’t hold it up anymore, these actions and noises coming nowhere near the enormity of the orgasm I was experiencing.
Regardless, he couldn’t have missed it considering how forcefully my body was shuddering in his arms and my pussy was spasming around his cock.
He pressed me to the wall and powered faster, harder, pummeling me as I gasped quietly through my climax and his thrusts until I felt his tongue touch my neck, his hard body go completely still and I heard his deep sigh.
We didn’t move, either of us, not for long glorious moments where I did something for reasons I did not understand. I did something I never, not ever, not ever allowed myself to do. For reasons I could not fathom, I did something I knew it was pure insanity, pure torment to do.
I believed.
For one magnificent second, connected to Nick Sebring, I believed.
I believed in a better world.
I believed I could feel complete.
I believed I could have someone by my side.
I believed I could feel safe.
I believed I could be happy.
I believed I could be loved.
I believed in a dawn coming where I would open my eyes and have all of this only for it to lead to another day dawning where I’d have it and then another day…
And another…
And another…
And another…
Until I no longer existed on this world.
Thus I made an uncontrollable noise of loss when Sebring lifted me away from him and our connection vanished.
The moment was over too quickly.
Way too fucking quickly.
As always.
I dropped my legs.
He put me to my feet and stepped back.
Lifting my eyes to his, mine I knew shuttered, his equally blank, I shimmied down my skirt.
He did his fly.
It was me who looked away in order to walk to my panties. I bent as ladylike and dignified as I could to nab them before I shimmied them up as best I could. I smoothed my skirt over them when I was done and walked to my seat. I took the last sip of my drink in a way I hoped appeared casual before I grabbed my phone, shoving it in my purse.
I tucked my purse under my arm, turned and moved back Sebring’s way.
I again caught his gaze as I walked to him standing where I’d left him but turned to watch me, shoulders against the wall, arms crossed on his wide chest.
I dipped my chin as I walked past him and began to make my way up the rises, thinking now I’d lost the club. The only thing that was mine. Like Tommy, being foolish, thinking I could have something I wanted and going for it, I’d lost the only thing that was truly mine.
I could never come back.
Not because I’d broken the rules. Sebring would have to complain and I had a feeling he would not be doing that.
But because I’d made a huge mistake fucking a man who existed in my world. A man who had the power and resources to hurt me if he so wished. A man my father could hurt if the whim struck him.
And it would.
This I knew with absolute certainty I could not have. I could not do. I’d learned that.
I’d learned it.
“I want more of that.”
It was the pleasantly deep voice which was far more pleasant now due to being roughened by sex.
He wanted more.
Of me.
My heart turned over, my stomach flip-flopped and for another nanosecond, I believed.
I turned to him, my mouth opening to tell him that would never happen.
It was a grave mistake.
The instant I caught sight of him, I froze.
He was tall.
His eyes were the color of the ocean.
And he made me believe that I could want something, take it and have it.
Own it.
Keep it.
Something precious would be mine.
Even if that belief only lasted seconds, I’d waited all my life to feel that feeling.
To really, really believe.
My feet took me to him.
I stopped a foot away.
I bent my head and opened my clutch, shoving my fingers into the side pocket until I found it.