“I guess I’ll be fucking you until I’m out of your system, then.”
I narrowed my eyes and tried to push against his hold, to no avail. “You have to leave.”
“Sex first.”
My belly rippled at the thought, my appetite for him clearly insatiable. Sensing it, he looked smug.
“Fine!” I gave in because… well, frankly, because I wanted him and I wasn’t thinking clearly. “But you can’t stay.”
“I won’t,” he promised darkly, eyes on my lips. “But I’m going to make you come again before I leave.”
And so he did.
Brilliantly, I might add.
He filled me up with his heat and lust and tenderness.
However, as soon as we were finished, he was good as his word and he left the flat.
Just like that, I was back to feeling empty.
CHAPTER 24
“M
arco,” I said on a gasp, as he moved inside me.
I was on my side, as was he. His warm hand was wrapped around me, kneading my breast, as he thrust up into me from behind.
I came hard, crying out in satisfaction as I shook through my climax. A few seconds later Marco followed me, his hold on me tightening as he tensed and then groaned against the back of my neck as he found his own satisfaction.
I lay there, trying to catch my breath and get hold of my senses.
The soft touch of Marco’s lips on my shoulder drew me back into the room. He slid out of me and I felt the loss of his heat. Turning around, I watched as he climbed out of bed and started to get dressed.
For two weeks we’d been doing this. Marco would turn up at my door, I’d let him in, and then we’d have sex until our bodies were weary and my heart was in even more turmoil than before. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from giving in to the sexual heat between us. But every time he left, I felt emptier. What we were doing, just sex, made a farce of what we’d had before.
Tonight, however, was worse.
Marco hadn’t even bothered to clean me up, as had become his ritual. It was something that I’d always found sweet.
Watching him fasten the last button on his shirt, I recognized that he was agitated, perhaps even angry. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I didn’t want to encourage him into thinking that there was more here than there was. It was just sex. No matter how much that hurt.
I should end it. I should end it now. But I didn’t know if I was ready to cut him out of my life completely. I thought I could…
My eyes drifted away from him to stare blankly at my ceiling. It was about time I sorted my head out, it really was.
“You’re not even going to say anything?”
I snapped my gaze back to his to see him standing with his hands on his hips, his legs braced, as he exuded major pissed-off-macho-man vibes. Ignoring the threat, I replied, “What do you want me to say?”
Disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he leaned in to answer in guttural tones, “I want you to put a stop to this shit and admit you were wrong and that you love me. This arrangement is total bull and you know it.”
Somehow I kept my face perfectly relaxed. “It was all I was willing to give. And now I think it’s time to end it.”
Despite the disgusted look he gave in answer, he grunted, “Like I’m giving up that easy.”
Fine. I sighed, lacking the energy to fight him on this. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
Marco exhaled heavily, as if clinging to the last threads of his patience. He shook his head. “I can’t. I’m doing a favor for Leah tomorrow. I’ll see you Monday after my weekend with Dylan.”
I nodded casually, which pissed him off even more. The way I know it pissed him off even more is that he stormed out of the flat without saying good-bye.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand and texted Cole:
I’m a mess.
“Okay, so your solution to taking my mind off Marco is to take me to D’Alessandro’s?” I frowned up at the exterior of the restaurant.
Cole chuckled. “What? I like the food.”
“We could go anywhere,” I grumbled. “Miscreant.”
Laughing, Cole grabbed my hand and led me inside, out of the cold and into the pleasant warmth of Marco’s uncle’s restaurant. “You know we’re going to spend most of the meal talking about him and why you’re acting like a hormonally imbalanced madwoman around him, so I don’t see why we can’t eat his family’s food as we do so.”
My hand still clutched in his, I warned, “Well, we’re going to spend the whole of the meal talking this through as payback, just FYI.”
He squeezed my hand. “I think I can handle a wee bit of girl talk.” We stopped at the hostess’s table and Cole gave her his name. She was leading us into the back room of the restaurant and I was about to respond belatedly to Cole’s comment with something cheeky when Cole jarred to a stop and I bumped into his back with the sudden loss of momentum.
“What —” My voice cut off when my eyes followed his gaze.
Marco.
And he wasn’t alone.
My stomach flipped unpleasantly as I took in the sight of him smiling at some unknown blond woman.