My Time in the Affair (4 page)

Am I that transparent?

“That doesn't mean I'm going to -,” she ended in a gasp when his hands slid down to her butt and gripped her, hard.

“Yes, it does.”

“No, I'm not -,”

“Yes, you are.”

“Please,” she whined. He chuckled.

“You'll be saying that a lot more tonight.”

When his hands moved up to her breasts, she felt like she was going to jump right out of her skin – she actually jerked to the side involuntarily, her body so shocked by the contact. She started shivering and his hands stopped moving.

“My husband is the only one who's touched me like this in eight years,” she whispered. There was a long pause.

“I'm willing to bet it's been a long time since
anyone
has touched you like this,
period,
” Tal called her out as the pressure from his hands increased, pushing her breasts together.

Correct.

“How do you know these things? How do you know me?” she asked. He finally lifted his head, looking down at her.

“I'm a very observant person, Mischa,” he sounded serious.

She felt like shit.

“I don't know how to be this kind of woman,” she said, her voice small. He chuckled.

“
I'll teach you.
”

When Tal kissed her that time, it broke something. Broke
her
. Misch groaned and opened her mouth to his, pressed her tongue against his. She pushed her body back against his, wanting to feel every inch of him, every moment with him.

“God, oh god, oh god, oh god, what am I doing?” she panted when his mouth moved to her cleavage.

“Making two lonely people very happy,” he breathed, his hands skating down to her legs. His fingers slipped against her bare thighs and began dragging their way up. Her shivering grew stronger.

“It's been so long, I don't know if I know how to do this anymore,” she warned him. She choked on her voice when his fingers hit her underwear.

“You're doing fine.”

“But what if I'm -,”

“Time to be quiet, Mischa.”

Tal was a tall man, a lot taller than her, and he had long legs. Long arms. So of course, he had long fingers. They tapped out a rhythm against the pulse inside her thigh, made her pant in time. Then tiptoed to the side of her panties, his middle finger sneaking its way inside the material. Inside her body, inside her brain.

“God, I shouldn't be here,” she groaned, moving onto her toes.

“Feels like you've been ready and waiting for this,” he chuckled in a low, ominous sounding voice as his finger swam in her heat.

“
Oh my god.
”

It wasn't at all like she'd imagined. Back in the U.S., when she'd been planning her little fling, Misch had figured she'd be a flirty vixen, with a thin veil of guilt over everything she did. But it wasn't like that. She was a shivering mess, incapable of speech, unsure of what to do, and guilt didn't exist anymore. Confliction didn't exist. Concern didn't exist.
Marriage
didn't exist.

The elevator came to a stop, but Tal didn't. He didn't pull away from her till long after the doors slid open. Then he pulled her out by her hips, walked her backwards down the hall with his mouth attached to her. He finally let go of her when he had to open his door, and they stumbled inside.

“Do you need anything?” he called out, striding across the suite. Misch shut the door behind her and slowly followed him.

The room was large. There was a kitchenette by the entrance, and she moved into the living room, which had huge picture windows with a stunning view. To the left were two large double doors, which Tal had pushed open and walked through, heading into a bathroom on the other side of the room. The
bed
room.

With a king sized bed.

I can't do this.

“What have I done!?” Misch hissed to herself, letting her bag fall to the floor as her hands went into her hair. How had she gone from a quiet drink alone, to making out with a stranger in an elevator? Granted, one of the sexiest strangers she'd ever met in her life, but still. Sexy didn't matter –
she was married
.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Tal's voice called out. She turned back around to face him. He was making his way across the bedroom, but he wasn't looking at her. He was focusing on his wrist, on taking off a large, complicated looking watch. Once he got it off, he tossed it onto a dresser, then stopped to look at her. She looked back at him.

“I can't do this,” she stated bluntly.

He smiled. That annoying, smirky, sly smile.

Her panties got slightly damper.

“And why not, Mischa?” he asked, his voice low as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Because, I'm married. I don't want to hurt him. I like you, I really do, but I just … can't. I don't … I don't want this,” her voice fell into a whisper.

“You don't want me?” Tal clarified. Misch looked away.

“It's not that,” she sighed.

“You
do
want me.”

“That doesn't matter.
I'm married.
”

“
That
didn't matter, two minutes ago.”

“Well, it matters now.”

“When was the last time he touched you like that?”

She looked back at Tal.

“A long time,” she replied.

“
How long?
”

“Months. I'm not sure. Maybe six, maybe more.”

Tal stared at her for a long moment. His eyes wandered over her face, then down her body. Clear to her feet. Back up again, lingering at her hips and breasts before locking onto her eyes.

“I would touch you like that
everyday
,” he said softly. She gave a sad laugh.

“Words are easy to say – I'm sure he felt the same way, at one point,” she replied. Tal shook his head.

“No, I doubt he ever did, or else you wouldn't be here right now, about to get fucked by a different man,” he corrected her. Misch shook her head.

“I told you, I can't do that with you,” she stressed.

“Say you don't want to.”

“What?”

“Say you don't want to. Say this isn't what you wanted when you went to that cafe tonight.
Every
night. All those bars, all those restaurants. Say this isn't what you're looking for,” he commanded her.

“I don't want this,” Misch's voice was barely a whisper. His eyes narrowed.

“And the rest?” he pressed, his voice hard.

It was pointless. She couldn't say it. Of course she couldn't say it.

Everything he said was true.

He knew it, too. He stormed through the double doors, steaming up to her so fast, he literally swept her off her feet when his arms went around her. Her toes barely touched the carpet as he crushed her to him.

It was like he wanted to devour her. His tongue was rough and aggressive, plunging into her mouth, and the hand he'd moved to the back of her head pulled at her hair, hard enough to sting.

Just like in the elevator, there was no thought. No worry. She was pulled along by him, going in the only direction she could go – forward, at hyperspeed. There was no stopping, no shifting, no changing direction. This was it. This was
meant
to happen. This was
going
to happen. This was something she
wanted
to happen.

Misch moaned, wrapping her arms around Tal's shoulders, and eventually her legs around his waist. He carried her across the room, leaned them up against the door jam long enough for him to pull her dress straps down her arms. While she shimmied the material away from her chest, he held her close again, moving them into the bedroom.

“I don't even know you,” she panted when he dropped her on the bed.

“You don't need to,” he replied, pulling his shirt off. Her mouth went completely dry as she stared at his amazing body, and he took her moment of shock as an opportunity to move over her, forcing her to lay down.

“I've never slept with somebody I don't know,” she babbled as he pulled her dress down her body before tossing it across the room.

“That doesn't surprise me,” he chuckled, dipping his head and running his tongue over her hip bone. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“I just can't believe I'm doing this,” she continued.

“I can't believe you're still talking. Get naked,” he urged, but then he took care of the problem himself – he yanked her forward and slid his hand around her back, flicking her bra open. A second later, and that item of clothing joined her dress on the floor.

His mouth immediately went to a nipple and she cried out, her hands going into his hair. She honestly couldn't remember the last time someone other than herself had touched her bare nipples, and now some gorgeous, mysterious, dark man was worshiping them.

I love Italy.

It was dark in the room, but not dark enough to hide her inhibitions. As Tal peeled her panties away from her body, Misch's shivering came back. His own pants hit the floor, then he was back on top of her, his fingers roaming over her skin, his mouth moving across her shoulder.

“How did you know?” Misch whispered, her lips close to his ear.

“Hmmm?”

“How did you know he hadn't touched me in a long time?”

“Because of this,” Tal's voice was practically a hiss, and then his long finger was back between her legs, thrusting in and out. Her back arched off the bed.

“My reaction?” she gasped, hooking her nails into his shoulders.

“No, because you're so tight.”

“What!?”

“
You're so tight
. You said you've been with him for eight years? No way is this pussy getting fucked on the regular. Pity, but don't worry. I'll make up for those lost years,” he promised her, and a second finger joined the first.

Michael had never talked to her like that;
no one
had ever talked to her like that before. Sure, they had dabbled in some light dirty talk, but not too much. And not at all in recent times. So someone talking about her “
pussy
” so casually, it sent a thrill running through her body.

“How did you know I'd come up here with you?” Misch continued. Tal's tongue traced the outline of her nipple, then moved under the swell of her breast.

“I can spot lonely,” he whispered back.

It would've been depressing, if his tongue hadn't felt so good, if his fingers hadn't felt so amazing. They erased everything. Her past, her future, her present. Gone, with one thrust. All that existed was this man, this room, this bed.

He brought her right to the edge of an orgasm, then stopped. While she moaned in protest, he moved to kneel between her legs. His hand gripped her knee, holding it up against his hip. She was still coming down off the high his fingers had given her, so it wasn't till he was pressing against her, pushing inside of her, that she realized what was happening. She froze, started to panic, started to say stop – “
wait, I'm not ready! This makes it real!
” – but then it was too late. He was already sliding his way into a snug fit.

Oh. My. God. I'd forgotten they come in different sizes.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she breathed, pressing on his shoulders. His hips stopped moving.

“You're fine,” he assured her, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spot under her ear.

“I don't think this is going to happen,” she was now gasping for air, squirming under his weight.

“Why?”

“Because, your dick is
huge
.”

Tal laughed loudly, which made her laugh, and in that instant of distraction, he jerked his hips forward. Suddenly, they were flush. Misch's laugh turned into a cry, and she was pretty sure her fingernails drew blood from his skin.

“
Holy. Fuck,
” she managed to say. Her shivering was so bad, her teeth were actually chattering.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips twisting against hers. Making room.

“I … um …,” thoughts apparently didn't exist anymore.

She began to relax and Tal picked up on that, his hips gaining speed. Thrusting harder. She cried out in time to his rhythm, to his dance. She didn't remember the steps anymore – he was showing her. He pulled away from her, moving to lean back on his knees, and she closed her eyes, rubbing her lips together.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he told her, his hands holding onto her hips and lifting her to him.

“I wish I could feel me the way you do,” Misch replied.

“Open your eyes.”

“What?”

His hand was suddenly gripping her jaw, almost painfully so, and he forced her head to face forward. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. He held her in place, his eyes boring into her.