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I thrust harder and picked up the pace. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist as her hand reached up and softly touched my face. She was so damn beautiful, and I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. So full and perfectly shaped. She let out another loud moan as she came. I thrust deep inside her one last time and strained as I pushed out every last drop of come I had inside me. I lowered myself and buried my face into the side of her neck. Our hearts were beating fast, and our breathing was unsteady. We lay there for a moment until I pulled out of her and headed to the bathroom.
When I returned to the bedroom, I found her sitting up and the sheet covering her naked body. I sat down on the edge of the bed and ran my finger along her jaw.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m fine.” She smiled.
“I suppose I should go.”
“Or you can stay.”
My fists clenched, and for the first time in nine years, I was torn between breaking one of my rules. Rules I didn’t dare break for my protection.
“I have to be at the office early tomorrow. I have a lot of work to do before Monday morning.” The back of my hand swept over her cheek.
“Okay. I understand.”
I stood up from the bed, grabbed my clothes from the floor, and dressed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked as I held my phone in my hand.
“Sure.” She smiled as she rattled it off.
She took her phone from the nightstand and handed it to me.
“Could you put your number in my phone? And don’t forget your name, or I won’t know who’s calling.”
I let out a light laugh. “Of course.”
Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, I ran my fingers down her hair.
“Thank you for dinner. I had a great time tonight.”
“You’re welcome. So did I.”
“Good night, Aubrey. Make sure you lock the door when I leave.”
“Good night, Ethan. I will.”
Walking out of her apartment building, I climbed into the limo and slammed the door.
“What happened?” Harry turned to me.
“Nothing. Just drive,” I snapped.
“You better not have hurt that poor girl.” He pulled away from the curb.
“I’m not too sure I didn’t.” I stared out the window.
Chapter Eight
Aubrey
I slipped into my robe and then locked the door. I couldn’t tell you what was going through my head. I was happy I slept with him, but on the other hand, I wasn’t so sure I made the right decision. I got caught up in him, and I didn’t know sex could be that great. I never had an orgasm before during sex. But with him, I had not one, but two. I was on cloud nine, yet I was feeling a little sad. I didn’t want him to leave. He touched me in a way that I had never been touched before. There was one problem: he didn’t kiss me, and the fact that he could make love to me without our lips connecting at least once bothered me. Bringing my hands up to my head, I took a deep breath. Why did I feel that I would never hear from him again? I crawled into bed and sank beneath the covers. Closing my eyes, I tried like hell to put him out of my mind, but I could still feel him—all of him.
I’d awoken to a knock at my front door and Penelope’s voice alerting me that it was her. Stumbling out of bed, I yawned as I headed to the door and opened it.
“Aubrey, it’s noon. Did you just get up?”