Page 37 of Wrapped in Hope
My pacing starts again. I need to distract myself. We’re in her room alone. Fuck! I shouldn’t have come here. But that yearning I was feeling earlier has finally subsided. It wasn’t alcohol. It was her.
“I don’t know what happened. I got home and went to her room like I always do. She wasn’t in bed like usual. She was sitting in her chair by the window, just staring out into whatever it is she sees out there. I told her I had run into you and that I was trying to help you. She didn’t really respond to anything until I said your name. I guess maybe mentioning you made her think of Dean?” My pacing finally stops as I sit on the foot of her bed, holding my head in my hands.
“I went for a shower and when I came out, I found her in the kitchen. I was alarmed automatically because if I’m home, she doesn’t leave her room. Then I saw the puddle of blood at her feet. She had slit her wrist.”
“I’m so sorry, Holden. Is she going to be okay?” Concern is laced in her words. I can hear the worry in her voice.
“Physically, she’s fine. The doctors managed to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. They want me to come back tomorrow to discuss her future medical treatment. There’s a good chance she won’t come home for a while.”
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that tonight. I wish there was something that I could do.”
I look over at her, her sad eyes are downcast at her hands that are knotting together on her lap. I want to see her. See her face. See her beauty.
“Hope?”
Her head pops up and her dark eyes land on mine. They are shining brightly, warming me, thawing out my heart that’s been put on ice for years now. “You are doing something. You’re doing more than you know. You’re here and listening.”
She offers up a small smile. “It’s the least I can do. I know I’m kind of hard to get to know because I keep myself locked away, but these last couple of days have helped me more than anything. Just having you to be with and talk to, someone who knows what happened and why I’m so damaged, it means everything that you’re still here for me.”
“You’re not damaged, Hope. Damaged is when you refuse to even try. You’re fighting, and fighting hard. I can see that when I look at you.”
Our eyes are locked on one another’s. There is thick tension growing between us, and that longing that’s been eating at me is suddenly back full force. It’s begging me to reach out and touch her, even something as simple as brushing that fallen hair away from her face.
I reach over and allow my fingers to skim across her soft cheek as I push the hair behind her ear. Even the slightest touch causes her to inhale and her cheeks to flush. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her big, brown eyes are wide as they watch me. Her plump, pink lips are parted. She looks like she’s waiting for something, for me.
But I can’t. I won’t. “I should probably go so you can get some rest.” I force myself to stand.
My movement has brought her back from her thoughts. She pushes the blankets down her legs, accidentally giving me a straight shot at the junction between her legs as she stands. “Let me show you out.” She takes a couple of steps to the bedroom door. Her hand is on the knob, but she stops before turning to face me. “I know you think this relationship we’re building is probably weird and awkward, but it’s not. Not for me anyway. What happened between us today probably complicated things, but we’re both hurting, it’s only natural that we find comfort in one another.”
When the last word leaves her mouth, something inside of me snaps. I can’t hold back any longer. I need her, more than she needs me. I wanther.
I reach out and pull her against me while my lips find hers. She doesn’t hold back. Her arms wrap around my neck as she pulls herself closer. Her soft lips move against mine and with every flick of her tongue, I come a little more unraveled.
My hands find her round ass and I squeeze as I lift her up against me. Her legs wrap around my hips, leaving her hot core to press just where I need it. I step forward, pressing her back to the door to hold her in place while my hands roam her body. They slide up her smooth thighs, up under her shirt to her hip where I pull her toward me, making her press against my aching cock even harder.
I know she can feel my dick throbbing against her when she lets out a soft moan that lights a fire inside of me.
Her hands tangle into my hair as she pulls me closer, nearly devouring my mouth. She wiggles against me and I know what she needs. My fingers slide into her panties and between her folds to find her wet center. I let them slide deep inside while my thumb applies pressure to the sensitive spot that will have her panting and dripping with need for me.
I break the kiss so I can watch her face as I wrack her body with waves of pleasure. Her lips part and her breathing picks up as soft whimpers leave her mouth. Just watching her fall apart in my hands is enough to make me come undone.
Her hands fall to my biceps where she squeezes them, digging her nails into my skin. “I’m going to come,” she whispers.
Her words only make me try harder. I want her quivering with need in my hands. I watch her to fall to pieces and it’s breathtaking. I want to completely fucking own every piece of her.
“Holden, please. I need you inside me,” she cries out around her labored breaths. This is the second time she’s asked me for something she shouldn’t today. I’ve been drinking and I’ve had a shit-show of a night, the side of me that thinks clearly is gone. All that’s left is a man who desperately wants this woman who’s asking him to fuck her. I can’t deny her what she wants any longer. I can’t fight against myself. The sick bastard in me wins out.
My mouth crashes with hers as I remove my hand from her and pull at her panties. I hear the fabric rip, and when I let go of them, there’s nothing stopping me.