Chapter 209: This is the right thing for both of us.
Dylan’s touch, his relentless kisses, and the palpable heat between them made it nearly impossible for Ava to hold her ground. The fortress she had built around her heart trembled, urging her to give in to this burning desire.
Taking her silence as consent, Dylan let his fingers glide beneath her dress. Ava’s body betrayed her once again—her spine arched, her toes curled, and her hands gripped the bedspread.
"I missed this so much," Dylan whispered. His hand traveled upward, his fingers brushing over her breast with reverence.
"Dylan," Ava held his hand, making him pause. "This isn’t right. I can’t... I don’t..."
Her words stopped him. Dylan met her gaze, and in her eyes, he saw the hesitation. Disappointment clawed at his chest, but he knew he couldn’t push her further. He reluctantly drew back. No matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t do it without her consent.
"Sorry," he said quietly, his chest heavy. "I shouldn’t have pushed you. I promise I won’t do it again." He rolled out of the bed and got out of the door.
Ava’s chest heaved as she stared at the closed door, her mind reeling. Dylan’s lingering scent, the warmth of his touch, and the electric sensations he had left in his wake refused to fade. Her emotions tangled in a web of confusion. She had wanted him to stop, yet now that he was gone, an ache settled deep in her chest.
Why was this empty feeling in her stomach?
She pulled a pillow and hugged it close to her chest as if trying to fill that emptiness inside her. "Why can’t I just move on?" The conflicting emotions choked her, threatening to spill over.