Page 36 of Before and After

“God, your mouth.” He bit my lip, then kissed me again.

That hand slid higher and he stroked between my thighs. I gasped. When he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties, his body jerked against me.

“You came here to meet that fucking punk without panties on?” His tone was sharper than a blade.

“No.” I cupped his stubbled cheeks, locking my gaze with his. “Not for anyone. I…um…never usually wear underwear.”

The flash in his eyes almost scorched me.

“All this time you’ve been walking around with no panties on?”

I nodded.

“Fuck.” Then he stroked me again.

Gasping, I trembled against him. He stroked my folds, then his thumb pressed on my clit.

I cried out, pressing my face to his neck. “Please, don’t stop.”

“This is mine.” He pushed a finger inside me. He pumped it twice, then slid a second one inside. The stretch made me bite my lip. “It’s been mine for weeks now, hasn’t it?”

I couldn’t speak, all I could do was feel. I thrust against his hand, riding it, feeling the sharp edge of an orgasm growing inside me. “Caden.”

“Love hearing you say my name, baby.”

My hips moved faster and I clung to him. He worked the swollen nub of my clit ruthlessly.

“Caden.” I was going to come. It had been so long since I’d had an orgasm that I hadn’t given myself. And this one felt big.

“I want to feel it, Allie.”

I exploded. Coming hard, I sank my teeth into his neck. I heard his low groan, his fingers inside me, and his other hand clenching on my ass. Rocking against him, I rode through the pleasure of the best orgasm I could remember in a long time. Or ever.

Then, it was just the two of us standing there, both of us panting. His fingers were still inside me and I felt his rock-hard cock pressed against my belly.

Swallowing, I gripped his arms to keep myself upright. My legs felt like cooked spaghetti. “Caden?—”

Abruptly, he pulled back. At the loss of him, I almost pitched forward. He grabbed my elbow to steady me, but only for a second, before he took another step backward.

He stared at me, his face completely unreadable. Like he was carved from stone. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

His sharp tone made me flinch.

“Caden—”

“I lost control.” His face twisted, then smoothed out again. “I don’t have an excuse. Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me.” But I got the feeling he was going to. Not physically, but in a far worse way. “Look?—”

“I’m sorry. This was a big mistake.”

A mistake. My stomach curled up into a tiny ball. I’d lost count of how many times my mother had called me a mistake.Be more ladylike, Allison. Do better, Allison. You’re such an embarrassment, Allison.

“Allie—”

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t say anything else.” I jerked my skirt back into place and pushed past him. Blindly, I found the door to the ladies’ room.

Inside was just as classy as the rest of the bar, but I didn’t give it any attention. I splashed some water on my face. In the gilt-framed mirror, I stared at my reflection.