Chapter 22

Shemika’s back hit the cold metal surface, her knees parting as if inviting him in. Caturix pushed her skirt up, revealing her golden thighs and the lace underwear she’d chosen with care. All the words she’d planned to say swarmed her mind, all the things she was ~supposed~ to say. She was done with him, she had to be. Lyosha was going to make her life hell. He’d made that clear in so few words. But as he pushed her underwear aside and buried his face between her legs, the words deserted her.

Suddenly, she was speechless. Her head fell back hard, lolling from side to side. Her tongue slipped out as her breaths and moans quickened. He had a gifted mouth. He could bring her to climax with his length, and with his mouth. A man of many talents.

He pulled back, giving her a look that was nothing short of indecent, his tongue still hanging from his open mouth, his eyes heavy with desire. “You taste so…” He shook his head quickly, as if to clear a thought or compliment he’d intended to share.

He stood swiftly. One hand tore open his pants, the other slid under Shemika’s left leg, lifting it to hook her ankle over his shoulder. In agonizingly slow seconds, he was inside her again. Filling her perfectly.

She could feel everything. The way the head of his cock caught on her walls, driving her higher. Every throbbing vein in his thick shaft. He was deeper than any man she’d been with before, but even fully inside her wasn’t deep enough. She needed more. For some reason, she felt she needed to be ~closer~. Caturix had intended for her legs, particularly the left one, to be over his shoulders, but Shemika had other plans. She had needs. Needs she needed met. She slid her leg down his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

Caturix groaned deeply as he penetrated her further. He collapsed on top of her, his hands bracing on either side of her head. The fall was brief, he was back at it in the new position. He thrust into her, each one harder than the last, as if he had something to prove. As if he needed the closeness as much as she did. Shemika’s climax didn’t take long. It never did with Caturix. She spiraled and shattered into a million delicious pieces. Not just once, but over and over as Caturix drove into her.

His head fell back as he came inside her. Unlike other times, when he’d roared in satisfaction, this time he gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. His usual roar had always heightened her arousal, but his low growling…sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps prickling her skin. Caturix pulled away, rolling his neck as he sighed contentedly. He pulled up his pants and buttoned them, leaving only Shemika’s intimate area exposed. As he adjusted his clothes and seemed done with their…~deed~, he watched her intently. His eyes narrowed and dark as he took her in. The sight of his release dripping out was almost his undoing.

Shemika sat up and smoothed her skirt with a shaky hand. “I came with a purpose,” she said nervously.

He nodded for her to continue.

“Lyosha wants us to stop seeing each other. Immediately.”

Caturix’s hands clenched at his sides. “Do you want that too? It’s an easy out for you, Shemika.”

Her stomach dropped. Did he want that? Surely he didn’t. They’d just had sex. “Do you want that?”

His scowl returned. “I asked you first and I got my answer. I already had it. You came here to tell me we’re done? Right? You’ve accepted it,” he spat out. His words were harsh and angry.

Shemika didn’t want to be the only one vulnerable here. She could tell he didn’t want to stop, but she didn’t want to be the only one being honest. She didn’t want to get hurt. She didn’t want to be rejected. She didn’t want a lot of things, but the words slipped out anyway.

“I don’t want to stop,” she blurted out.

His eyes widened, as if he’d expected her to say nothing and it would be over. He swallowed but said nothing.

Shemika panicked. She was wrong. He didn’t want their relationship. Or at least he didn’t care enough to defy Lyosha. She slumped in defeat.

It was okay. Or it would be. It was just sex. That was all, and she could get that from anyone else. She hopped off the desk, her head still bowed. She told herself it was because he didn’t deserve to see her face, but really it was so he wouldn’t see the tears welling in her eyes. She was ashamed. She felt like he’d practically rejected her and rejection was one of the few things she couldn’t handle. He just stood there, tense in the middle of the room, saying nothing.

Why couldn’t he just say something? Anything? Even if it was just, “I enjoyed our time together, it sucks it has to end.”

She paused with her hand on the doorknob. “You know what,” she turned around, anger in her amber eyes. “I tried for weeks to talk to you, to get to know you, and yes it was just because I wanted to have sex with you, Cat,” she began.

He didn’t move from where he was standing, just flinched at her words. Especially when she called him Cat.

“I didn’t really have many expectations for this…~association~. It wouldn’t have mattered, because you’d’ve met them all,” she spat, trying to sound angry, but her tears gave her away.

His eyes softened painfully at her confession. He even looked like he wanted to say something.

“Except.”

He recoiled.

“I’ve slept with a lot of men,” she admitted, “and the only thing I want before we stop seeing each other…is a kiss.”

Caturix looked at her blankly, dumbfounded.

Her jaw tightened with anger. Unable to control her indignation, she turned on her heel and stormed back to him. Was he still not going to say anything? Unlike any of her relationships before, Shemika took charge, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down until their lips met.

At first, he was stiff and uncertain, but soon he melted against her. He tasted just like he smelled and even better. It was like a firework exploded in her stomach. The heat spread through her body. Shemika couldn’t control herself. She jumped on him with such force that he fell to the ground, surprised by her. He landed on his back and Shemika took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth and his met hers with equal passion.

Her hands moved up to run through his long dark hair. She grabbed the locks and pulled his head back to open his mouth further. Her tongue traced from his, around the side of his mouth, and flicked his upper teeth. She couldn’t control her body as it began grinding against him with desperate need. Especially when his responded to hers so quickly. ~Damn~. And all she’d planned to do was end the relationship.