There was so much I wanted to say, so much I needed to say. But none of the words felt right. None would come out, no matter how hard I tried. I clutched the wine glass, trying to keep my hand from visibly shaking. "Maybe we should have gotten that divorce," I said at last, wincing as the words came out of my mouth.
Nick stared at me. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then clamped it shut again. He did that two more times as I sipped my wine, still wanting to run and hide.
I took a deep breath, then downed the rest of my wine. "I'll go get dressed," I said as I set the glass down on the counter. Blinking tears from my eyes, I tried to brush passed him, but he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stopping me in place.
"What do you mean?" he asked in that tightly controlled voice of his.
I looked up into his eyes and glared. I wanted so badly to cry, but I refused to let any tears fall. I wouldn't let him see just how much he upset me. "Leave me alone," I said at last, refusing to even blink as I looked at him.
"No," he said, tightening his grip on my wrist. It wasn't enough to hurt, just to remind me he wasn't letting go until he was finished. Wasn't that just like him? He got to decided everything. It didn't matter what I wanted, how I felt. All he cared about was himself.
I continued to glare at him. I would not back down, wasn't going to cower from him. I knew he wouldn't ever hurt me, and that knowledge spurred me on. All this anger and frustration had been building up inside me for so long finally came out all at once. "Just leave me alone, okay? You were the one who wanted to get a divorce, so let's just get one. You obviously don't want to be married to me, so why should I force you to stick around, huh?"
Nick is stunned into silence as he continued to stare at me. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally found the words he wanted. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, his low voice a stark contrast to my yelling.
"It's pretty obvious you don't want me," I shot back at him. "I mean, come on, Nick. You treat me like I'm some child you're afraid to break. I'm not a kid anymore! I'm standing here naked and all you can think to say is for me to go get dressed! Obviously you don't want to be my husband. You just want to be friends or whatever, and that's fine. But if that's why you want, then why should we even bother to keep up this charade?"
Before I could even take another breath, Nick had me pinned up against the wall. He held both of my arms above my head as he looked down into my eyes, his hard body pressed against me. But it wasn't just his muscular physique that was hard and pushing against me. "Does this look like I don't want you?" he growled. This close, I was sure he could feel my pounding heart, but he kept going. "God, Gabbie. It's all I can do to keep my hands off you. Maybe we should get a divorce. Then I won't constantly be fighting back the urge to drag you off to bed."
My body acted on its own, without any input from my brain. One moment I'm angry and want to hit him. The next, I'm standing on my toes, pressing my lips against his, kissing him like I've dreamed of for so long. Nick still held my hands above my head, but I pressed the rest of my body even tighter against his as I kissed him, unable to control myself any longer.
And Nick kissed me right back. After a moment's pause, his tongue pushed into my mouth as the two of us made out like a pair of randy teenagers. He held onto my wrists for a few moments longer, then released them, his arms going around my body and holding me. I squirmed against him as we continued to kiss, only Nick's jeans and polo shirt separating our two bodies.
Then, he scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing at all. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him even harder as he carried me upstairs. My entire body was on fire, the needs I'd been fighting against for so long unable to stay buried anymore. I'd waited so long for this moment, dreamt about it for years. Now it was finally coming to life. It may not have been the way I wanted it, but it would be more than enough to sate the beast inside me.
Nick didn't break the kiss for a moment until he set me down on the bed. Even then, I barely had time to let out a whimper before he'd stripped his shirt off and was right back to kissing me. His pants and boxers followed suit, then the two of us worked our way up the bed, our naked bodies pressed together.
I moaned into Nick's mouth, unable to control myself. Squirming against him, I reveling in feeling his hard muscles pressed against me. Then, he shifted until his cock was right against my pussy, and I thought I was going to pass out right then and there. The fire inside me lashed out as I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep some semblance of control over myself.
God, I wanted him inside me so badly. It was all I could think about. Arching my hips up, I ground against his cock, shivering as it slid up and down against my pussy. Already, I was right on the edge of coming, but I
