Not Looking for Love: Episode 7 (A New Adult Contemporary Romance Novel) by Lena Bourne

thinking of answering him. He looks so much taller now that he's not as bulky. He's not skinny either, just like he said he wouldn’t be way back in the beginning, when he first started talking about slimming down. The heat rising between my legs as I look at the outline of his perfectly formed biceps, pecs, and abs under his shirt does a lot to chase away my frustration, anger, and sadness. It certainly burns away the tears.  
    I'm a mess, the wet spot from the beer covering my whole left thigh now, but I walk to him anyway, pull him in by the waistband of his jeans and shut the door.  
    "So you like professionals?" I ask, my voice hoarser than I'd ever heard it.
    "I never slept with Amber, I told—"
    I rise up on my toes and take his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down, but not hard enough to hurt. I know I'm skirting the edge of what he's comfortable with, but I'm angry, I'm hurt, and he will not run from me again.
    The tension that's been coiling between us since we left the restaurant snaps. He grabs the back of my head, his other hand sliding down to my ass, and kisses me fiercely, hungrily.
    "I only want you, Gail," he says as he breaks for air. And it does a lot to quell my anger, but not enough. Words are cheap. Here I am with my whole life open for him. Despite his secrets. Despite having no idea what he did during the months we were apart. And he'll know the whole depth of it.  
    I push him against the wall and take a step back, pull my tee over my head. He licks his lips as my boobs bounce free and reaches to pull me closer, but I shake my head, and take a step back, undoing the button on my jeans.  
    He leans back and watches me, smiling, amusement playing in his eyes, which are black in this light, yet still deeper than the entire universe.  
    "Want me to take the rest off?" I ask.
    He nods. "Or better yet, let me help you."
    I shake my head and reach behind my back, unclasping my bra, then bring my hands back to cover my breasts as I slide it off all the way. My nipples are hard and erect and I love the pressure of my fingers pressing against them. When I look up, he's towering over me, standing so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His look is telling me he won't take no for an answer anymore.  
    He pulls me closer and turns us so my back is against the wall, then kisses me again, quick and hard. Then his lips leave mine and travel down my neck, back up to my ear. The urgency, the fire of it all sends a stinging pulse all through me. I squeeze my own nipples and gasp as his tongue pokes into my ear, heat so hot it’s cold exploding between my legs.
    He kisses the path down the middle of my chest, my belly, yanks my panties off so hard I nearly topple over. His lips find my clit just as I lean back against the cold tile, the shock of those opposing sensations making me forget who I am. I shudder as his tongue slides all the way to my opening, then back up to my clit, back down, and up. I come hard as he slides two fingers into me, my buckling knees driving them even further inside.  
    He keeps his fingers in as he stands up, working them in a slow circle, his kisses covering the side of my neck. The heat rises again, a new explosion building, even though my whole body is still vibrating from the orgasm I just had.  
    "You like that?" he asks, and all I can do is nod and moan.  
    "You know professionals are always ready for more though, right?"  
    I open my eyes and glare at him, but the heat spreading from his fingers still inside me makes it impossible to hold on to any form of anger.
    "I am ready for more," I say. His eyes don't actually widen, they just grow deeper, blacker. His fingers stop moving, and I actually groan in annoyance. Which makes him chuckle.
    He undoes his jeans with his left hand, keeping his fingers inside me. His hard cock slaps me on the belly as it’s set free, and I've never been more ready for it in my whole life.  
    I stroke it gently and stand on my