Page 33 of Wrapped in Hope
Chapter 12
I watchher lying on that rock and a part of me comes alive. We’re miles away from civilization, I could take her if I wanted — nobody would know. She wants me, I know she does and I know she would allow me to have my way with her.
At first, I thought I was crazy. But I’ve been picking up on little things here and there. The way she looked at me at breakfast this morning, the way she thinks she tricked me into agreeing to take her on a bike ride; now she’s stripping off her jacket, teasing me with her soft skin.
The sun is shining down on her beautiful body, making her skin blush. Her eyes land on mine, a deep, rich brown. She watches me as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it.
When I ask her what she’s doing, she pulls away like she thinks I’ve caught on to her little game and she’s in trouble. I’ve caught onto her game, but she’s not in trouble — not in the way she thinks, anyway. She has no idea she’s poking the bear.
When she opens her eyes, they lock directly on mine. I see the surprise written on her face. I see the fear in her eyes when she thinks I’m going to get onto her, but I also see desire burning bright. When I see that, I can’t hold back any longer.
With her eyes closed, she asks me to kiss her. She’s against my chest. Her bare stomach touches mine and her tits are against my chest. I want so badly to take her, to make her mine, to make her wish she never would’ve opened up to me, but I can’t. I can’t ruin the trust I’ve been building with her. Already I can see the progress she’s making toward recovery. I can’t take that from her.
I release her and take a few steps away, needing the distance. I run my hands through my hair, angry with myself for putting us in this position and for not taking the opportunity I’ve been dying for. I had her in my arms, body against mine with her asking for what I so badly want to give her, but I can’t allow it. It’s wrong. She doesn’t want this even if she thinks she does.
“Holden.” I hear her say behind me.
“What?” I ask, anger in my voice, refusing to face her.
I hear her walking up behind me before she places her hand on my bare shoulder.
I turn to face her, hoping my anger and shame isn’t written all over my face.
When I look in her eyes, she says, “kiss me.”
I step back, shaking my head. “You don’t want that. You’re just confused.”
Her eyes grow wide. “I am confused. I’m confused about what you make me feel. I shouldn’t have these feelings, but I do. And I think you do too.”
“Damn it, Hope.” I take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to get it through her head. But before I can think of a good reason, she’s pressing herself against me, kissing me.
A flood of emotion surges through my veins. Her lips damn near burn mine. When I feel her tongue pushing past my lips, I’m lost. I can’t fight her. I want her with everything I am. I grab her ass and lift her up against me. She wraps her legs around my waist as I press her back to a tree. I can’t even fucking think straight.
It’s her. She’s in my thoughts. She pumps through my veins more powerful than any drug. And she’s intoxicating.
Her thin fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer as her sweet lips take any shred of resistance I had left. My hands tour her body, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her ass, and brushing against her clit. Her lips slow as a moan escapes. That sound causes my dick to twitch and harden even more.
With me pinning her against the tree, she isn’t going anywhere as my hand continues to move over her pussy, anything to make her make that sound that can drive me wild again. Her breathing speeds up and her nails bite into my flesh. She pulls her lips away from mine to call out for me while I work her over. My mouth moves to her ear, trailing kisses down her neck, sucking, biting, and tasting. I can’t get enough of her.
I rub against her until she shatters for me, calling my name. Watching her come undone is fucking beautiful. It does something to me that I can’t explain, something that will make me do anything she asks as long as I get to see this again.
When her soft whimpers and pleas fall silent, my hand slows and I move my mouth to hers, needing to taste her one last time in fear she will realize her mistake and push me away.
“Holden,” she pants out. “I need…”
“What do you need, angel?” I rest my forehead against hers, completely breathless.
“I need more. I need you.” Her eyes pop open and lock on mine. They are full of determination and lust. Pleading with me to give her more of me instead of pushing me away, like she should be.
I’m hard as a fucking rock and the only thing I want to do is bury myself deep inside her pussy that I know is glistening with need for me right now. She’s practically begging for me to fuck her, something I’ve dreamt about since that forbidden kiss planted the thoughts inside of me. That kiss was like a tornado, wreaking havoc on my mind until there was nothing left but her. She stands in the middle of all the destruction inside of me, completely unscathed, still asking me to do things to her that she should never allow.
I pull away, setting her on her feet as I turn my back to her, chest heaving from the roller coaster I was just on. I place my hands on my hips as I talk myself down. I can’t fuck up her life like this. I’m her dead boyfriends adoptive father — the uncle of the guy she was going to marry.
Fuck! How could I even let myself go there? Not to mention, I’m still technically married. I told myself I’d never use that pass she gave me. And I guess I still haven’t, but what we just did was wrong, no matter how you look at it.
“I can’t, Hope. Please understand.” I turn to look at her. Her face is still flushed as she leans against the tree I just had her pressed against. “I want to. God fucking knows I want to. But this…” I point between the two of us, “this can’t happen again. I’m sorry for fucking this up. But it’s wrong.” I level my eyes on her so she knows I’m serious.
She nods, seeming to understand, as she hangs her head.