Page 143 of A Little Jaded
I start to pull my hand away from her, but she closes her thighs, refusing to let me leave her soaking heat, and I laugh a little more.
“Gonna need my hand if you want me to undo my pants,” I remind her.
Her bottom lip juts out, but I bend forward and suck the plump flesh into my mouth as her thighs fall open again and let me free. Hurrying, I shove my sweats down to my knees. She blindly reaches for my cock. It only feeds my need more. My need for her. To be inside her. To feel her. To know she’s here and she’s okay and she’s safe. As she rubs me up and down, I grab her hips again and tug her to the edge of the couch, realizing her shirt is bunched beneath her armpits. Bruises from tonight pepper her sides. The reminder makes me see red, and when I hesitate, she shakes her head back and forth.
“Not tonight,” she begs. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, I want you.”
Ripping my eyes away from the mottled purple and blue, I hold Raine’s gaze, line myself up with her entrance, andmove over her. On reflex, she wraps her legs around my waist while I stay kneeling in front of her, watching the way her breasts heave with every needy breath as she waits for me to push myself inside her. To stretch her and shove us both over the edge the way we both need. I could tease her more, and if it were another time, I would. But she isn’t the only one craving this. This moment. This opportunity to prove we’re okay. To take a mental picture and keep it with me forever.
Mine. She’s fucking mine.
“I could worship you forever,” I confide.
A sheen hits her eyes as she looks up at me and bites her bottom lip, sprawled out beneath me. “I think I’d be okay with that.”
Reaching for the base of my cock, I drag the head against her wet folds, then slowly push into her, letting her tiny whimpers set the pace as her fingers slip under my shirt, creating sharp tiny crescents along my lower back. Sweat clings to my hairline, and I dive in for another kiss, leaning over her on the couch. When she arches into me, rubbing her bare chest against my shirt, I rip the thing off, desperate to feel her skin against mine. To shed the last of our barriers until there’s nothing between us. Nothing but me and her. Forever. My shirt hits the ground at my feet, and, like a monkey, she loops her arms around my neck, bringing us chest to chest. Her heart pounds, matching my own racing rhythm, as I stand and carry her to the closest wall. Pressing her against it, I thrust into her over and over again. And I know she can take it. Know she’s stronger than anyone gives her credit for. I also know she’s hoping if we make love long enough, I’ll forget about what happened tonight. I’ll let it go and be grateful for what I have. That’s the thing, though. I can’t let this gobecauseI'm grateful. I can’t leave this to anyone else.
“You’re mine,” I growl.
“I’m yours.”
“I love you.”
She smiles, taking my cock like a good fucking girl. “I love you, too.”
“Gonna marry you one day.”
Her laugh cuts into a moan. “Just tell me where to be, and I’m there.”
I keep one hand tucked under her ass and slip the other between our bodies, pressing my finger against her clit as my balls tighten. I’m close. Fuck, I’m close. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last. Drawing small circles against her sensitive bud, I press my forehead to hers and keep my rhythm steady.
“Come for me, Storm,” I order.
Her jaw drops, and she tightens around me, milking my cock as I spurt into her.
Stars. Fucking stars.
We pant, resting our foreheads together and letting our heart rates find a slower pace.
“I trust you,” she whispers. “I didn’t say it before, but I do.”
“I know you do.” I kiss her forehead, pull out of her, and lower her feet to the ground. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
It takes a while.For her breathing to steady, but once I know she’s asleep, I lift my arm from around her on the couch and unlock my cell, dialing someone I never thought I would.
“What?” Dodger answers after the first ring.
Stepping closer to the window beside the kitchen table, Iwatch the snow fall to the ground and ask, “Do you have access to a car with four-wheel drive?”
“Why?”
“Answer the question,” I push.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “Yeah, I can borrow my buddy’s truck.”
I glance at a sleeping Raine on the couch, the firelight flickering over her curves and highlighting her barely parted lips. “Gonna send you an address. Be here in thirty.”
“Why?”