I laugh. I laugh really hard and shake my head many times. The tears have stopped flowing, but they still sting in my eyes.
“I don’t. I don’t love you anymore,” I reply. I should’ve left it at that, but I couldn’t stop the words that followed. “I just want to call you all the time until you come back. I want to touch you and kiss you until my lips are swollen and my skin melts under your hands. Just that.”
The muscles in his jaw tense, and the lustful look in his eyes is a direct hit to what’s inside my panties. This feeling is so familiar and welcome. I had no idea how much I missed it until now.
“How many beers have you had, Anna?”
“I don’t know… Seven?”
“I want you to be aware that tomorrow you’ll say that everything you just said is a lie,” he purrs and inches a bit closer to my lips.
“Probably, I will,” I manage to say, exhaling all the air from my lungs.
“And you’ll know that I’ll say, ‘Drunk people always tell the truth,'” another inch closer…
“Probably,” I gulp, and I can almost anticipate his lips on mine.
“And you’ll deny it.”
“Yes, yes. You know what I’ll do when I’m sober,” I say irritably.
Right now. I need. His. Lips.
“And I’ll take you, kiss you, and touch you at that very moment,” he says, letting out a growl and then pulling away from me. The cold has settled over my entire body.
“But you’re too drunk, and I don’t intend to touch you. Tomorrow you’ll hate me if I do.”
“Of course, I will. I’ll also hate you if you don’t. What’s the point?”
“You’re very drunk.”
“And? Drunk or not, I desire you in the same way,” he says.
“Don’t say those things,” I see him clench his fists at his sides.
“What? You don’t want me to say I desire you?” I tease.
“Anna…” he warns.
“Well, I desire you, Henry. I desire you more than anything in my life. You’ve always been the only thing I’ve wanted, and now I need you, for God’s sake, to take me and f*** me like only you know how, because if you don’t, I’ll leave, and you’ll never have this chance again.”
Before I could finish, he was on top of me again, and his lips were on mine. His tongue entered my mouth instantly, and I allowed it without any resistance.
I lifted my hips and pressed against his. I could feel the growing bulge in his crotch, and I ground against him, causing Henry to release a guttural sound from his throat. I grabbed his t-shirt and removed it in a second. My hands roamed his abdomen and his perfect chest.
He’s better than I remembered.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and sat on the couch without separating our mouths at any moment. I was straddling him, and my hands went to his nape, pulling him as close as possible. I needed to feel everything.
Henry moved his hands firmly and possessively over my thighs until he hit my dress. Without hesitation, he lifted it to my waist and gripped my ass. I was about to have a heart attack at this moment. He moved his hand to my panties, and when he touched them, I was very close to screaming his name.
“You’re so damn wet…” he growled over my mouth, and in a single motion, he stood up with me still on top of him.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and I held onto his shoulders. He’s carrying me down the hall, and I’m sure we’re headed straight to his bedroom.
I bite his neck and suck on his earlobe. He, on the other hand, presses his nose into my hair and breathes it in.
He opens a door and closes it behind him. He tosses me on the bed, and it doesn’t take a second for him to be on top of me, his powerful hands caressing every inch of my body.
He kisses my neck, and I can feel him sucking. I know what hickies feel like, and he’s giving me one. I let him and enjoy the sensation it creates in my stomach.
“How much longer are you going to keep denying that you want me?” His voice breaks, and the last shred of my sanity shatters too.
“Maybe, if I deny that I want you enough, I’ll manage to forget you.”
And that was like a bucket of ice water to the face. Did I just say that?
Both of us stay glued to my body, and I can’t move either. Neither of us moves or breathes. The whole room freezes.
Henry is the first to react and kisses me fiercely. He holds me and kisses me. I could push him away, but in reality, I could… but I don’t want to.
Just as I touch the bulge in his jeans, he pulls away. When I sit up to look at him, he’s already at the bedroom door, breathing heavily and squeezing his eyes shut.
“I won’t forget those words tomorrow, and I hope you won’t either,” his voice is deep and sounds like he’s being cruelly tortured at this moment.
He touches the front of his jeans and winces. Quite an erection, huh?
“What… what are you doing?” I ask, confused. Why did he pull away when things were getting good?
“I won’t take advantage of you while you’re drunk, Anna. I already said that,” he says in a gruff tone.
“Then what was all of this for?! Why did you start something you’re not going to finish?” I start to get up from the bed, furious.
“I can’t let you leave now, so…” He grabs the doorknob and gives me a smug smile.
“Oh no. You won’t,” I mutter through gritted teeth.
He grimaces and shrugs. “Too late, I already thought of it.”
He closes the door, and I can hear the sound of the key turning in the lock. I rush to it and start banging on it violently.
“Don’t leave me locked in! Henry, open the damn door!”
“Nope.”
“Did you do all of this to lock me in your room?”
“Yup.”
“You’re pathetic,” I bitterly laugh and rest my forehead against the wood.
“Well, I wasn’t the one begging to be screwed,” he snorts, and I’d throw something at his head if he were in front of me.
“Touche.”
“Let’s make it clear that the entire process it took to bring you into this room was the best damn thing I’ve done since the last time I touched you at your workplace,” he says in a hoarse voice.
That made me feel a little better, but not too much.
“I hope you enjoy touching yourself in the bathroom,” I reply acidly.
“Oh, believe me, I will.”
He takes a couple of steps and I feel like he’s opening another door. I don’t hear it close again, and within seconds, I can feel the soft grunts coming from the other side of the door. So, he was serious…