Page 38 of Wrapped in Hope

Chapter 14

Beingin his arms feels right. Even the slightest touch from him causes my body to break out in tingles that I can’t control. His breath blowing across my face, his scent engulfing me, his muscular chest pressing me against the hard wooden door, it’s all right. And I need it.

I need him.

When my panties are gone, his hands get to work on his belt. It clinks as he frees himself from his dark-wash jeans. I open my eyes to see him: tall, dark, and downright mouthwatering. I want to see more.

My hands find the hem of his shirt and I pull it up, revealing nothing but tanned skin and rock-hard muscles. I drink him in: black hair, dark blue-green eyes that are filled with lust, confusion, and pain, an angular jaw that’s covered in dark stubble and flexing with tension, muscular pecks and hard abs, all the way down to his large cock that he’s positioning at my entrance.

“Hope, I don’t want to stop. Please tell me to keep going,” he whispers with his eyes full of fear and desire.

“Please don’t stop.” My voice sounds off, like it’s not even me talking — it’s my desire for him.

He pushes into me and fills me with a loud gasp. It’s been so long since someone has been there. I feel myself painfully stretching around him, but it’s tantalizing, causing the yearning to grow even stronger.

“You’re so tight, Hope,” he whispers in my ear, teeth nipping my soft skin. “You’re so fucking perfect it kills me.” He pulls out and quickly shoves back in forcefully. My nails dig into the bare flesh of his back as I call out for him, overtaken with the feeling of him inside me.

I can’t hold my eyes open any longer. They flutter closed as he moves in and out of me, owning me.

I don’t allow myself to think about what we’re doing, or who it could potentially hurt. I can’t right now. All I can think about is him and the reactions he’s causing in my body.

Suddenly, I’m no longer pressed against the door. I’m lying flat on my bed with him moving on top of me. His hands grab ahold of my shirt and he pulls it over my head. He pauses while his eyes take me in. I watch him as he studies my naked body. I see him swallow, causing his Adam’s apple to bob in his throat before he says, “you’re so fucking beautiful, Hope. Perfect.” His lips find my nipple just before he thrusts into me with a roll of his hips.

With his lips teasing me, and the way he’s filling me to the point of stretching, I’m spiraling again. I can feel myself twitching around him, begging for my release. It’s building higher than it ever has before. When his hand comes between us and his thumb presses against my sensitive nub, I shatter. My nails dig into his back again as I call out his name. Every muscle in his body goes hard as he pumps into me so forcefully I can feel myself sliding up the bed.

I call out one final time just as his large cock throbs causing him to shudder and fill me.

We’re both panting and out of breath as he comes to a stop. He rests his forearms on either side of my head while his hands push fallen hair away from my face. His eyes are a deep blue, filled with so much emotion they make my heart bleed for him. He wets his thick lips before they land on mine softly.

I wrap my hands around his neck, wanting to hold him to me as long as I can. I know it’s time to reflect on what we’ve just done, and I’m worried that he will regret it. I know we should both regret what we’ve done, but I don’t. How can you regret something that felt so right?

He breaks the kiss and pulls away, turning his back to me while he sits on the edge of the bed. I pull myself up into a sitting position, dragging the blankets up my body because suddenly, I feel shy.

My heart is hammering away in my chest, but it’s not from the sex we just had. It’s out of fear. I’m afraid he will realize his mistake and I’ll never see him again.

“I’m sorry, Hope.” His voice is deep and raspy, guilt eating at him.

“I’m not,” I say, suddenly full of ambition. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care. He is the first person to make me feel alive in five years.

Out of surprise, he turns to me. “I’ve been trying to help you, not hurt you or confuse you. I’ve fought against this pull you have over me since the other night when you kissed me. You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

I feel a grin tug at my lips. “And you’re all I’ve been able to think about.” I push the blankets away, not needing them to hide or for comfort any longer. I crawl over to him, taking my place on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck as I level my eyes on him.

“I know this is wrong. I know how many people we can hurt, but I don’t care. I want you. I need you, and I think you need me.” I press my lips to his and slowly kiss him, hoping he can feel everything I can’t put into words.

He pulls away. “You’re young, and you’re hurt. I never intended to take advantage of you this way. This isn’t who I am.” I can see all the conflict burning in his eyes like a raging fire.

“You didn’t take advantage of me. This may be wrong, but it’s right. I know you can feel it too. Every time you touch me, even innocently, a shock runs through me. I’ve never felt that with another person. That has to mean something.”

He nods as his hands land on my hips. “I know. I feel it too, but it doesn’t make it right. It’s wrong. I’m twenty years older than you, and I’m married. I’m friends with your parents. We could end up hurting all of them. As much as I love what we just did, I can’t help but to feel like it was a mis—.”

“Don’t say it was a mistake. You knew what you were doing coming over here tonight. And if you ask me, that’s why you’ve spent practically this entire weekend with me. You’re fighting against the pull. Don’t fight it. Just accept that we’ve been brought together for a reason.” I lift my hips and slide down his thick cock that has been hard since I climbed on his lap.

He lets out a growl before flipping me over and pounding into me over and over until we’re both completely breathless and screaming each other’s names.

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I’m lyingin his arms in the darkness of my room, and I feel happy for the first time in a long time. Then I think about his wife that is currently lying in a hospital bed and guilt washes over me.