Unable to resist, he nipped the tempting curve of her shoulder and dropped the cloth. With bare, soapy hands he palmed her breasts, working the tiny bubbles over her distended nipples. She arched her back, forcing that delectable ass into his aching erection. His hips bucked forward in an ancient answer completely out of his control.

Releasing her, he quickly soaped his own body. He needed to be inside her. Now. Turning off the spray he lifted her off her feet once more. Not bothering to dry their bodies he carried her straight to the bed and dropped her in its center. Standing over her, he couldn’t help notice how beautiful she was. Her body wantonly spread across the mattress was flushed from his lovemaking. Her cheeks rosy with passion. When her golden eyes opened, they contained an emotion he wasn’t prepared to face. Instead he dove at her, taking her mouth in a savage kiss he knew would bring her back to the peaks of want. Working himself between her thighs, he pressed against the liquid center of her, groaning at the evidence of her desire. His cock jumped at the idea of plunging into that moist heat and he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.

Fumbling in the drawer of the nightstand, he quickly sheathed himself. Meeting her eyes once more, he held still, waiting for her to acknowledge what was about to happen. She answered his look with one as achingly unreadable as before. Taking her mouth again, he plunged into her core. Not holding back, he quickly set a brutal, pounding pace. She met his every thrust with an answering desire.

Three times he brought her to the crest of release. And all three times he pulled back just before she tipped over the edge. Taking her back down only to build the tension again. Sweat was building between his shoulder blades as he kissed, sucked, and teased her body back up that peak. All the while maintaining a pace he was sure would kill them. He couldn’t hold out much longer.

Reaching down, he lifted her hips to angle himself deeper with each thrust and let himself go. Pumping into her faster and harder than before, it was a matter of minutes before she was shattering around him, her inner walls pulling his own climax from his body. He threw his head back and groaned through the most powerful climax of his life.

Riding wave after wave of pleasure, he barely caught himself in time to fall to the side instead of crushing her under his limp body. The last image he had before sleep claimed him was Sarah’s blissed out face as she came back down from the heights he had taken them to.

Chapter Fourteen

Sarah watched Falon as he slept. He was on his side, one arm draped over her. A possessive hand covered her breast. As she watched, she reflected on what just happened. She hadn’t come here for sex. Sitting at home, filling up another kettle for tea, she realized that his grandfather had been right. She couldn’t let him walk away without first explaining her side of the story. If he still wanted nothing to do with her after she said her piece, then she would accept it and try to move on.

When he opened the door, another woman’s name on his lips and the tattered edges of his torment blazing in his eyes, she had felt her stomach drop. Then he had grabbed her, forcing his mouth onto hers in a kiss so achingly powerful she could still feel it down to her toes. From there she was lost in the sweet torture of his lovemaking.

At first she didn’t understand it. But after he ripped the clothes from her body and brought her to a shuddering climax with this his hands and mouth on her breasts, she knew what he was up to. He wanted her to feel. Feel every ounce of what he was going through; the anger, frustration, and regret of what happened between them. The anger was simmering higher than the rest and that scared her.

What scared her more was that she let her emotions slip free in those mindless moments. The few times he had met her eyes he quickly distracted them both. Like he didn’t want to face what he saw in her open gaze. Flinging a few choice phrases at herself, she drank in the sight of the man next to her.

Releasing a mental sigh she admitted coming here had been a mistake. She’d been kidding herself if she thought he’d welcome her back into his life with open arms. The way he took her only a few hours before was testament to that. It wasn’t affection that had fueled each earth shattering thrust into her body, but a deep-seated anger she didn’t think she could work past.

As carefully as she could, she removed his warm hand from her body and slid from the bed. There was no reason to stay and she’d rather avoid the awkwardness that would soon follow when Falon opened his eyes. She didn’t think she could handle the sparks of fire she had seen in his eyes as he took her body again. Not when she loved him this much. Enough to walk away, leaving him thinking he was right and the regret he felt was unfounded.

Walking as quietly as she could, she searched the darkened room for her tattered clothing. Maybe he had left enough of it intact she could make it out of the hotel and back home with minimal embarrassment.

“Underwear is by the door.”

Sarah shrieked. “I didn’t expect—”

“Me to wake up before you went slinking off?” He was now sitting up in the bed, the white sheet drawn to cover him to the hips. “Like I said, by the door.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She bent and picked up the bit of lace. Catching his arched brow, she sighed. “Okay, maybe it was. But what do you expect me to do?”

She spread her arms wide in frustration before she remembered she was naked. Wrapping them around her middle in an effort to feel less exposed, she waited for his answer.

“How about an explanation as to why you decided to visit in the middle of the night?”

He was right. He did deserve to know why she had invaded his privacy. Especially if he had been expecting another woman at the door. Which reminded her …

“Just answer me one thing.” She pushed past the lump in her throat and waited for him to nod. “Did you sleep with her?”

She wasn’t sure what she would do if he had. The idea of Ginny with her acrylic-nailed hands on Falon made her stomach turn and the ache in her chest to flare.

“Would it matter if I did?” He leveled her with a cool look she could only interpret as meaning it didn’t matter to him if she cared he had been sleeping with Ginny.

“Would it matter to you what I had to say if you have already moved on?” She watched in amazement as his nostrils flared. Perhaps she had gone a bit too far.

“No,” he eventually ground out and she felt her stomach flip. “I haven’t slept with her.”

She almost asked why but thought better of it. She was already walking a thin line with this man.

“I know I’ve made a mess of things. And I know what you think you heard.” She held up a hand when he tried to interrupt. “What you heard while eavesdropping was only a part of the bigger picture and if you give me a chance I’ll try and make you understand. If when I’m finished you want nothing more to do with me I’ll leave.”

Sarah began to pace as she tried to decide where to start. She knew she needed to come clean about what happened at Northwestern. She also knew the idea of bringing it up and him actually remembering scared the pants off her. Or would have if she were wearing any.

Suddenly a ball of cotton hit her in the face. Reflex had her clutching the material; confusion had her looking over at Falon.

“Put it on and spit it out.”

Loosening her hold on the bundle revealed it was a man’s T-shirt. Falon’s T-shirt. Resisting the urge to hold it to her nose and breathe the scent of him in, she quickly slipped the worn cotton over her head. When the hem hit the tops of her thighs she looked back to him and caught a look of possession so fleeting she convinced herself it was wishful thinking.