Destroyed With You by Kenner J

Author:Kenner, J. [Kenner, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Suspense, thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9781949925876
Amazon: B084TCTXY8
Goodreads: 53515008
Publisher: Martini & Olive
Published: 2020-12-15T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I dream of his hands.

Soft caresses on my cheek. Gentle strokes against my breasts. And the urgent claiming as his fingers thrust inside me, making my body clench around him.

I arch up, my body seeking more of him. But, of course, he’s not there, and I open my eyes to the sad reality that he hasn’t touched me at all, I’ve only been dreaming.

I sink back into the pillow, breathing hard, my body tingly and awake. I roll to the side, expecting to see him there, then realize that I’m still living half in Hades, and half in a dreamland. Of course he’s not beside me.

His side—to my right—is still made except for the missing pillow he took with him to the room’s small sofa. I’d offered to share the bed, but he’d turned me down. A long stare, a twitch in the muscle of his cheek, and then a shake of his head. “I’d better not,” he’d said, and I’d tried to ignore the lump of disappointment that had settled in my gut.

Tried, but failed, and as he’d settled on the couch with the pillow and a spare blanket, I’d gone to bed with him anyway—in my thoughts, at least—as I had for so many nights after Hades.

Back then, he’d been with me every night. Telling me in dreams that he forgave me. That he understood what I’d done and why I’d done it.

We’d make love through the night, and then he’d leave by morning, abandoning me to the life I’d made, alone.

Those dreams—fantasies—had been my anchor in that first year. His touch, albeit imaginary, was what had gotten me through.

But now here I am with the real man. A man who pushed every single one of my sensual buttons the first time I glimpsed him, and that doesn’t seem to have stopped even after all this time.

I’d shut him down earlier because I know sleeping with him would be a bad idea. We can’t get back what we had because there’s nothing real to grab onto. Nothing but lies to anchor us.

But now, as I close my eyes and slide my hand between my legs, I ask myself if it matters.

It does. Of course it does.

But for tonight, maybe I don’t care about the past or the future. Maybe I just want the now.

Maybe I just want Winston.

I slide out of bed and walk in my tank top and panties to the couch. I expect him to be asleep, so I’m surprised to see him still fully dressed and propped on his side. He’s wearing earphones as he watches a movie on his phone. I glance at the screen and recognize it right away — To Catch a Thief.

I can’t help but smile. It was one of our favorite movies to watch together, curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

He must hear me, because he turns over, then frowns. He takes out the earphones, then puts them and his phone on the table as he sits up.

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