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He presses closer, his mouth open, controlling the kiss as I mirror his motions. I’m so unsure of myself, so overwhelmed, so entranced, that I have no other option but to follow him at this moment. And with every empty breath I take, I feel him grow closer and closer, giving me the air that I need to fill my lungs.
He twists his fingers in my hair, I dig my fingers into his neck.
His tongue swipes against my lower lip, I melt into his demands.
His teeth graze over my mouth, tugging, I let out the lightest moan.
“Fuck,” he says, putting just an inch of space between us. “Myla, you can’t moan like that.”
“You made me,” I answer right before he presses his lips to mine again.
His tongue swirls around mine, enticing me to want so much more.
I want his shirt off.
I want to explore his chest.
I want to see what this man is made of and then kiss every inch of him.
“You’re ruining me,” I say, my voice catching in my throat.
He pulls away again, his breathing heavy as a lazy smirk crosses over his lips. “Good, then I did my job tonight.” He gives me one more chaste kiss, then faces his steering wheel and grips it tightly. “Now get out of here before I regret taking more before you’re ready.”
Trust me, I’m freaking ready.
More ready than I’m sure he even knows.
But I want this to be successful. I’ve never had a successful relationship, not one where I can look back and say that even though it didn’t work out, it was a solid relationship. So I’m going to let him take the lead. I’m going to let him be in the driver’s seat and relinquish control, something that’s very hard for me to do.
“Okay.” I open the door and move to get out, but not before he reaches across the console again, grabs me, and pulls me in for another soul-searing kiss.
Yup, I’ll let him take all the control he wants if it’s going to make me feel like this—so light—like there isn’t a worry in my world. And even though I know that’s not the case, if I spend more time with this man, I feel he will protect me from my biggest enemy. Myself.
ChapterThirteen
RYOT
Present day . . .
Have you ever felt like you were swirling around in a black hole with no way to get out? Where no matter how hard you attempt to think of a solution, there’s nothing you can do? You’re just floating further and further away?
That’s how I’ve felt every goddamn second since JP and Huxley came over.
It wasn’t planned. I was just as shocked as she was when they came over, and I was in desperation mode. I don’t know what it is about those two men—because they’re the nicest, most business-savvy but understanding men I’ve ever met—but I don’t want to let them down. And I don’t want them to see that I’m failing—failing at my marriage—especially since they take their relationships so seriously.
I’m still stunned that even though Myla’s acted so ice cold since she asked for a divorce, she sat with us at dinner. And it was great until she started talking about the move.
The tension between us rose like an exploding volcano, and the boys picked up on it. They asked me if everything was okay. I just told them it’s been a bit of an adjustment, but nothing to worry about.
And it all tumbled from there.
My frustrations, her frustrations.
Seeing through her lies about loving me, wanting me.
Tasting her.
Her watching. It’s all so fucking confusing that I have no idea what I’m doing anymore, and I’m spiraling out of control.
