Page 5 of Wandering in Love
“Fuck me.”
Her skin is a sexy shade of lust when I lean forward, dragging my tip between her lips. She’s fucking soaked and my control snaps. Lining up with her entrance, I slam home in one thrust. Her hands tangle in the sheets. She’s stretched taught, her body not used to taking me. The world explodes behind my eyelids and lust licks my veins. The planets align and I’m fucking home.
I stop, balls-deep in the girl I’ve been waiting years for. I pull her hips up to adjust the angle, sinking in just a fraction more.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers.
Wrapping her hair around my first, I don’t stop again. Over and over, I slam into her, thrusting hard and fast, needing to claim her in the most primal way I can. Something brought her back into my life, and I’ll be damned if I let her drive away again. She’ll feel me tomorrow, I’ll make fucking sure of it.
My fingers thread with hers.
“Please,” she whines.
“You wanna come again?” I pull on her hair, jerking her head back.
She cries out something between pain and pleasure.
“Come on, then. Give me another one.”
She detonates beneath me, clinging to me, the walls of her pussy convulsing around my cock and forcing me to the edge. Tingles start low in my spine and wrap around my balls, drawing them up tight against my body. With a shudder, I empty into her and collapse, breathing hard.
It takes me a few deep breathes to realize her skin isn’t cold anymore, but the sweet scent of lavender and honey surrounds me. With a lazy smile, I kiss her neck and she pulls her hand from mine.
“Shit,” she sighs, tensing up.
“What?” Forcing myself to stop crushing her, I lean on my elbow to look down at her.
“I can’t do this.” She pushes up on her arms as dread settles in my gut.
“Can’t do what?”
“This.” She waves between us. “Just. Ugh. Get off.” She shoves up onto her hands and knees, pushing me off her.
I sit up, and she gets off the bed, pulling a blanket around her. I can’t help but watch her. Her chest heaves and she bites her lip as she paces the length of the room.
“This was a bad idea. I’m sorry. You have to go.” She opens the door, but won’t look at me. She just stares at the floor, still chewing on that damn lip.
I stand up, tucking myself back into my pants and straightening my clothes. Gripping her chin with my fingers, I force her chin up to look at me.
“You’re freaking out, so I’ll go, but we aren’t done here.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears. One tear slips past her lashes to trail down her cheek. I swipe it away with a brush of my thumb, then walk away. I close the front door and head back to my vehicle, both lighter and heavier then when I arrived.
I can’t let her run from me again.
Chapter Four
EVA
I can’t sleep after he leaves. I tried but every time I close my eyes, he’s all I see, all I feel. I’m supposed to be healing from the last disaster of a relationship, not fucking the first boy to break my heart.
My skin still smells like him: Stetson Black. Warm spices, leather, wood. It’s as intoxicating as it is comforting. He’s worn the same cologne since he was fourteen. If I move just right, I can smell it in the air, like he’s taunting me.
I dug in my bag and found some dry clothes, but I haven’t showered. My body aches from him, from the way he took me, and I’m not ready to wash him from my skin. Not yet. I’m punishing myself by leaving it.
Sitting on the porch swing with a fluffy blanket wrapped around me and a fresh cup of coffee, I listen to the rain. It’s pounding on the pavement like my heart in my chest, reminding me I’m alive.
Why am I here?