Page 34 of Falling With You

I wasn’t going to have this moment again.

“I love the way you look at me.”

“You’re going to love it more once you’re inside me,” I snapped, and he laughed.

And then he was over me, one hand under my thigh, pushing my knee up to my face, the other at the base of his cock as he slammed home.

I was pretty sure I saw stars at that moment. He stretched me, filled me to the brim, and I couldn’t hold back my grunt, or even suck in a breath.

This was everything. Everything I hadn’t thought I needed.

His mouth was on mine, sweat pouring down both of our bodies as we tried to pause for a moment.

And then there was no more thinking. No still moments.

Just hard and fast and ready.

He slammed into me, over and over, our hands all over each other, his between us, making me come once, twice, a fifth time in the moments that we had with each other.

I hadn’t thought it was possible.

But Aiden fucking Connolly made it possible.

With each pound, with each thrust, I slid farther along the rug, and I knew my ass would have rug burn at the end. I didn’t care.

I just wanted him.

And I had him.

And then he was shouting my name, slamming into me one more time, and we both froze, his release aching, loving.

No, not loving.

This wasn’t love.

This was Aiden fucking Connolly.

And he was still inside of me. Hard, yet not mine.

He lay on top of me for a moment, trying to catch his breath as I did the same. His forehead was on mine, but he wasn’t looking at me.

It was all I could do not to look at him.

And when he slid out of me, I closed my eyes, swallowed hard, and rolled to find my pants.

He must have done something with the condom and pulled on his pants because then he was coming back, tucking himself back into his jeans. I just sat there, trying to put on my cami.

“Sienna.”

I shook my head. “We’re not going to talk about this. You’re not going to talk about it again. You’re just going to go, and I will meet you at the bar later. Because we can’t do this again. We’re not like the others.”

I met his gaze then, and his face shut down, just like I needed it to.

Because I had just slept with my best friend’s ex-boyfriend.

And she wasn’t even here for me to face her.

I was the worst sort of person.