My knees bumped against the bed and I lowered her to the mattress. Her body stretched out beneath mine, all soft curves and firm muscle. I ran my hands down her sides, over her hips, committing them to memory. My knee was between her legs and she ground down against me as I moved my mouth down her jaw to her throat. I placed open-mouthed kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of sweat, the tang of her skin.
Her body writhed under my touch and I imagined what she must've been feeling. My own skin felt like a live wire, like the slightest touch would set me off. I slid down her body, lips and tongue making a path across her collarbones and down between her breasts. I took them each in hand, memorizing the shape and feel of them, the weight of them. When I covered her nipple with my mouth, she made another of those delightful sounds. I wished I could spend hours seeing just how many different kinds of sounds I could coax from her.
My fingers attended to the nipple not in my mouth, rolling until it was as hard as the one I sucked on. I alternated my tongue and lips, teasing and suction, storing away every noise for the future. A future without her.
I put that aside. She was here, now, her body hot and needy beneath mine. That was all that mattered. I moved to the other breast, paying equal attention to it before moving further down her body. I ran the tip of my tongue down her stomach, pausing to tease her bellybutton until she squirmed.
When I settled between her legs, I looked up at her. “I'm going to make you come again.” She took a shuddering breath. “One more time before I take you.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “And I want to hear you scream my name.”
I didn't wait for her to respond. I put my mouth on her thigh again, pulling the skin into my mouth, worrying at it until I left a dark mark on her dusky skin. She'd told me I couldn't mark anywhere her parents would see. Unless she married when she stepped off the plane or decided to go swimming, no one would see this.
When I was satisfied, I turned my attention elsewhere. I knew her clit had to be sensitive, so I avoided it, circling her entrance with my finger before sliding it inside. She said something that I was pretty sure wasn't English, but it didn't sound like she wanted me to stop. I kept my strokes slow, easing her into another orgasm. I knew if I moved too hard, too fast, it would hurt and not in a good way.
Only when she stopped talking and started moaning did I add a second finger. Her body stretched to accommodate the digits and I worked them slowly before curling my fingers to press against that spot inside her. Her entire body jerked and I knew I'd found it again. I took a moment to marvel at how well I knew her body after just a short time together, and then I returned to worshiping it.
“Come on, baby.” I brushed my thumb across the top of her clit even as I rubbed her g-spot. “Come for me.”
“Yes!” Her back arched and her hips jerked, pushing my fingers deeper.
I nipped at the soft skin of her thigh and her body tensed, pussy gripping my fingers. I hissed, remembering what it had felt like to feel her tightening around my cock like that. I managed to move enough to keep pressure on that spot, driving her higher until she was pleading for me to stop.
I withdrew my hand and pushed myself back on my knees. My cock was hard, pressing painfully against my zipper. I almost wished I'd put my underwear back on when I'd gotten out of bed. I climbed off the bed, not taking my eyes off of her body even as I stripped off my jeans. She was glistening with sweat, her skin shining. Her body still quivered, her eyes wide and dark. I wanted to see her like this whenever I closed my eyes. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, holding it tight. I needed as much time to regain my own composure as she did. Every fiber of my being was begging me to bury myself inside her, take her hard and fast, find my own release inside her. I wasn't going to do it though. This was our last night together, the last chance I had to make sure she remembered me. I wanted her to think of me when that other man kissed her, touched her. I wanted it to be my name she had to force back when she came.
“Reed.” She held up a shaking hand.
I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. I took her hand, brushing my lips across her knuckles before releasing it. I leaned forward, cradling her neck, tipping her head to give me easier access to her mouth. I took a long, deep drink of her, then moved back so I could watch her face as I slid home.
“Ahh.” The long, drawn out sigh passed between her lips as I took her in one steady thrust. Her eyes were glazed, her body rising to meet mine.
I rested my weight on my elbows, keeping enough space between our bodies so that I wasn't crushing her, but I could still feel her skin slide against mine. I kept my strokes slow and steady, withdrawing almost the whole way before filling her again. Neither of us spoke as our bodies moved together. Without her saying it, I knew she was doing the same thing I was, committing each movement to memory. Registering every nuance, every sensation.
She raised her hand, tracing my face with her fingertips. My cheekbone across to my nose. My jaw and then over my lips. I darted my tongue out to lick the pad of her finger.
“I will never forget you,” she whispered.
My heart clenched painfully in my chest. There was too much emotion in those words, too much for how little we knew each other, but I felt it too and it was my undoing. My body tensed as I began to come, but I thrust into her again, needing her to come with me, needing to feel her come apart. Her body jerked as the base of my cock rubbed against her clit and she stiffened.
“Let go.” I scraped my teeth against her neck and that was it.
“Reed!”
It wasn't quite a scream, but it was my name and it was enough. I squeezed my eyes closed and pressed my face against her neck. She would remember me and I would remember her. We would never be more than this, but we wouldn't forget either. It would be enough. It had to be.
Chapter 19
Nami
I told him I wouldn't forget him and it was true. But probably not a wise thing to say. It was too much, too soon, but we wouldn't have anything else. I couldn't wait for a future moment because we didn't have one. This was it. He hadn't said it back to me, but I'd seen the look in his eyes when I'd said it. It had been enough.
It had taken all of my self-control not to succumb to the tears welling up in my eyes as Reed and I came. The finality of the moment hit me and I was thankful Reed wasn't looking at me. By the time he raised his head, I'd gotten my emotions under control.
He rolled us over and, as he slipped out of me, I felt a pang of loss. I wondered if it would feel the same when I slept with my husband. Would I wish he was still inside me or would I be grateful that he was done? Reed pulled me back against him, wrapping his body around mine. I snuggled back against him, grateful that I had asked for the whole night.
“Are you okay?” Reed asked, his voice low.
I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak.
“Get some sleep.” He kissed my temple. “I'll be here when you wake up.”
I pulled his arms more tightly around me. I didn't think I could to sleep, but I had no problem lying here in his arms while he slept. I'd never shared a bed with someone, not even by accident. Tomas and Kai had been diligent about me never falling asleep when Aaron and I hung out. The night we'd slept together, I'd left almost immediately after it was over.
Now, with Reed's arms around me, I knew what I'd been missing. Warmth. Safety. I felt his heart beating against my back, the slow rise and fall of his chest. The faint stubble on his cheeks was rough as he tucked his chin against me. I could feel his cock against my ass, soft and still slick with the results of our union. The logical part of me said we should clean up, but I was content where I was and didn't want to go anywhere.
The last thought was sleepy and I was surprised to feel my eyelids starting to fall. I'd rest them, I decided. It wasn't like I could see Reed anyway. It was more about feeling him. I was still concentrating on the various places our bodies touched w
hen I finally slipped under.
I didn't know how long I slept, only that morning light was peeking between the curtains. It was still early though and, like he'd promised, Reed was still there. He'd shifted at some point during the night. We both had. He was on his back and I was laying half on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around me, his other hand on his stomach. The sheet was low on his waist, barely hiding what I knew was underneath.
I looked up at him, enjoying the chance to see him in a new way. He looked much younger asleep, closer to my age than to thirty. His face was relaxed, with none of the worry I'd seen. Even when he'd been laughing or we'd been in bed, there had still been little lines on his face. Based on what he'd told me about the stress he'd been under back in the States, I supposed it wasn't surprising. Now, however, all of that was gone.
I shifted slowly, not wanting to wake him, but needing to see him better. His hand slid down my back, coming to rest just above my ass, but he didn't wake up. I reached out, hesitating with my hand just above his face. I traced his lips with the lightest of touches, letting my fingers memorize their shape and feel. I could feel them now, the ghost of them on my mouth, between my legs, on my body.
Heat pooled in my stomach. I wanted him again. I wished I had more time. That I could take him in my mouth while he was still soft, feel him grow and swell as I licked and sucked the soft flesh. I hadn't gone down on Aaron that night. Reed was the only man I'd taken in my mouth and the memory of his taste was still thick on my tongue.
Before Reed, I'd never imagined I'd want to do something like that, but I'd loved the sounds he'd made, the way I felt. I loved that I could make him come apart, the look in his eyes when I'd swallowed every drop. I hadn't known what I was doing, but I didn't doubt I'd done well.
I was surprised at how easily sex had come to me. Things had been awkward with Aaron, but he'd assured me that first times were always like that. I wasn't sure that the difference between the first and second time was that drastic with everyone, but there hadn't been any awkwardness with Reed. It had felt natural, right. My body had moved with his in a way it hadn't with Aaron, and I didn't think it was simply because I'd done it once before.
His hair fell across his forehead and I gently pushed it back. I smiled at the mess it was. I could almost imagine him struggling with it before going in to work, trying to get it to lie flat. I wondered if it ever did, but as much as I tried, I couldn't quite picture him with neatly combed hair. In a suit, yes, but not looking like the hundreds of other businessmen I'd seen. My smile widened. It didn't matter what he wore or how he looked. Reed could never be like anyone else.
A lump rose in my throat and my eyes pricked with tears. I couldn't put it off any longer. I eased out from under his arm. I'd promised Tomas and Kai that I would leave with them, and I meant to keep my word. I wouldn’t give them any excuse to burst back in. Reed and I'd had our perfect night together and I would keep that memory safe, untainted by a confrontation.
I climbed off of the bed as carefully as I could. I didn't want to say good-bye. Mostly because I didn't know how to do it. We'd already done the awkward one-night stand good-bye, but this time it was different. He meant more to me than just a single night. But I didn't know what that actually meant. I couldn't tell him that I hoped we'd see each other again, because that could never happen. If he woke up, I wouldn't know what to say.
And I couldn't say for certain that I'd have the strength to leave him if he did. One kiss, even a kiss good-bye, and I couldn't guarantee I'd be able to walk away. I didn't think clearly when I was with him, when he was touching me. The very fact that I was here was evidence to that. Before I'd met him, my rebellions had been little ones. I would never have dreamed of spending a day in Venice without my bodyguards, but he emboldened me, made me act more impulsively than I ever had before. Even my rebellions had been planned out.
I gathered up my clothes from where I'd left them and headed into the bathroom. I didn't take a shower, not wanting to waste the time or risk Reed waking. I cleaned up as quickly and as best I could, then dressed again. I scowled as I pulled on the clothes I'd worn yesterday. I hated the feel of them, but I didn't have any other options. At least one good thing would come out of having to go straight to the plane and home. No one would think it weird I wanted to shower, put on some clean clothes and sleep.
How different this would be if I'd just been some girl he'd met in Paris. Someone with a normal family.
I shook my head and splashed cold water on my face. I couldn't think of that now. The time for flights of fancy and daydreams had passed. It was time to move on, to do my duty. I knew what it would mean and what was expected of me. I’d been raised for this. Born for this.
I took a steadying breath and walked back into the bedroom. I'd half expected Reed to be awake, but he was where I'd left him. More or less. He was on his side now, but he still appeared to be asleep. That was good. I didn't want him awake, but I also didn't want to leave without something to say good-bye. Reed deserved better than that.
On the desk was a sheaf of paper and a pen. A note would have to do. I stood there for a moment, wondering what to write. The words came more easily than I'd thought and it didn't take me long to get them all down. I folded the note and turned towards the bed. I set it on the end table and let myself have one final look at Reed. I leaned down and brushed my lips across his forehead. I couldn't stop the tear that trailed down my cheek, but I hurried out of the room before others could follow.
I'd wanted the time with Reed so I'd always remember him, but as I left the bedroom, I knew I couldn't hope for Reed to do the same. He needed to forget me. And that's what I'd told him.
My note had been simple.
Thank you for giving me what I needed. I can move on with my life now. I wish you all the happiness in the world.
And I did wish him that. I just wished that he could've been happy with me.
Chapter 20
Reed
I hadn't fallen asleep with any of the women I'd slept with since leaving the States, but it had felt natural to do so with Nami. Her body fit perfectly against mine, back against my chest, head tucked under my chin. I'd wanted to stay awake all night, knowing that I wouldn't have this chance again, but the lack of sleep the previous night and a busy day were a strong combination and I hadn't been able to resist. It was a deep, dreamless sleep and when I started to gradually wake it was that slow, thick waking, the kind that felt like swimming through molasses.
The first thing I knew was that she was no longer in bed with me. Her body heat was gone, but I could hear her moving around. I kept my eyes closed until I heard a door close. I opened my eyes and saw that she'd gone into the bathroom. I rolled onto my side, unsure of what I should do.
Would it be better to let her know I was up? Should I actually get up and dress so I could walk her to the door? Or would it be better to stay in the bed and say good-bye from here? That felt crass. But what would I say when she walked out of the bathroom? A simple 'good morning' felt trite, but I didn't think it'd be fair to expect anything else.
I didn't know how to do this. How to say good-bye. The other women I'd slept with had either left when we were done, or I'd been the one leaving. There hadn't been cuddling, sleeping, lingering. There'd been no expectations and no hard feelings. Before everything had gone to hell back home, I'd dated, but in those instances, the morning after good-byes hadn't been weird because I'd known I'd be seeing them again. With Nami, that wasn't the case. I had no clue what was appropriate.
I had another problem with not knowing what to say. It was less about appropriate and more about not being able to find the right words to either tell her what I felt or to hide it. Would it be fair to tell her that I didn't want her to go? Would she think it was a ploy, just me saying it to make what we'd done feel less like a hook-up?
And if she believed I was telling the truth, what then? It wouldn't change anything. Before she'd told me the truth, I might've thought she cou
ld do what I'd done and break away, but I knew now that wasn't a possibility. A family business was one thing. A kingdom was another. And telling her that I wanted to see her again would just be cruel to both of us. We both knew it wasn’t going to happen.
The other option was just as unappealing. If I walked her to the door or stayed in bed, only telling her good-bye and that it had been fun, would she think I didn't care? Would she believe this entire thing had only a mere blip on my radar? Her words to me echoed in my mind. She said she would never forget me. I felt the same way. No matter where I went from here, I'd never forget her and the short time we had together.
I was torn, neither choice giving me anything to work with. Unless, the thought came to me, I didn't let her know I was awake at all. If she wanted to talk to me, she could wake me up. In that case, I could let her speak first and base my response on her words. And if she didn't, it would've been her choice not to say good-bye.
The doorknob turned and I made my decision. I closed my eyes and kept my breathing even. I heard her walking, then nothing for a minute or two. I risked opening my eyes a sliver. She was still here, standing at the desk and frowning at a piece of paper. As I watched, she wrote a few lines and set down the pen. I quickly closed my eyes and a moment later, I was glad I had. I felt more than heard her coming towards me and stop next to the bed.
The light brush of her lips against my forehead almost made me lose my resolve and then I felt a drip of liquid on my skin. My stomach twisted. She was crying. It took all of my self-control not to jump up and go to her. I hated knowing that I'd been the cause of her tears and the thought of her in pain made my own heart ache.
Dammit!
When I heard the main door close, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Had this been a bad idea? Should I have walked away at the club? Not gotten on the train? Not suggested we leave together? I'd had a dozen points where I could've walked away and I hadn't used any of them. Who knew how different things would've been if I'd done the smart thing. It seemed like all I did lately was second-guess my decisions.
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