Page 34 of Wait For You

“I have some understanding of what that was like for you,” I said quietly. The shadow of our grandfather and his harsh, abusive presence loomed large in our family.

“I know you do. I think more people than not understand what it’s like. The statistics on abusive relationships are a little shocking.”

I nodded as I considered my words. “I want you to know if you need help or are afraid, no matter what happens between us, all you have to do is ask. I’ll be there.”

Her eyes glimmered with tears. This time, it was me trying to soothe away feelings. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I said hurriedly.

She blinked quickly and shook her head. “You didn’t. It’s just I don’t talk about this much. It’s depressing. For me and for anyone else to hear about. It’s hard to explain how much it means to know that someone understands.”

She dipped her head and pressed a soft kiss in the divot at the base of my throat, the sensation a warm drop of sweet heat. When she lifted her head, she held my gaze for several beats. I experienced a visceral tug on my heart as if threads were being pulled tighter between us.

“What time are you going to leave?” she asked.

“We never did establish how long ‘a little while’ is,” I teased.

Her lips curled in a slow smile, and damn if that didn’t create this unfamiliar sense of fizzy joy in my heart.

“Eric usually wakes up early.”

“What time do you want me to leave?”

“When it’s still dark, but that feels like I’m asking a lot.” She bit her lip.

“Not at all. I’ve never been a great sleeper. I’ll probably drowse for a little bit and wake up sometime after midnight. I’ll leave then.”

“Will you wake me up?” she asked.

“Before I go?”

As she nodded, that unfamiliar sense of protectiveness settled more deeply inside. When she tucked her head into the curve of my neck, I thought I wouldn’t fall asleep, but it was easy. I was relaxed with her. When I woke a little while later, I was reluctant to rouse her. But she’d asked me to. At this point, I was starting to discover there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for Tessa.

She was still draped partially over me, and I sifted my fingers through her hair, down along her back, and over the sweet, luscious curve of her bottom. She made this little sound in her throat and shimmied closer to me. I felt the soft give of her curves against me when she moved. When her knee brushed the side of my cock, it swelled. Fuck me.

“Tessa,” I whispered into the curve of her neck. Even her scent intoxicated me. She smelled a little sweet and salty.

She mumbled something and lifted her head, blinking her sleepy eyes open. Her throaty voice, roughened from sleep, only tightened the sharp claws of need. “Are you leaving?”

“I should.” Merely saying that deepened the sense of reluctance I felt.

She surprised me when she shifted and rose to straddle me. My hands fell to her hips when she rocked, sliding her slippery core over the underside of my cock. I could feel cum dripping from the tip onto my abdomen.

“Tessa,” I warned.

“Just before you go,” she whispered.

I swallowed, scrambling for control. “Sweetheart, just so you know, I don’t think I could ever say no to you.”

She bit her lip and rocked her hips again. There was no fucking way I could’ve stopped her. She lifted her hips and reached between us. On the heels of a breath, I curled my palm around my cock, positioned myself at her entrance, and filled her in a swift surge as she sheathed me.

It was fast. She rocked with me, her body tightening within seconds before she began trembling as she rasped my name. My orgasm was beyond intense, shaking me to my very bones.

Moments later, we still trembled. She pressed a palm on my chest and looked down at me. “Thank you for coming over tonight.”

“When can I see you again?”

Chapter Twenty-One

Adam