I kiss her forehead and catch her eyes. “What do you want me to call you?”
“I like it when you call me baby.”
“Yeah.” I run my lips along hers and the gentle hitch of her breath sends a wave of arousal through my body. “I like callin’ you baby, but everyone else knows you as Mac.” I slide my hands around her body and dip them down to rest on her ass. “Who do you wanna be?” I kiss a path down her neck, and she drops her head to the side on a moan.
“I want to be yours.” Goose bumps race across the tender skin of her neck.
“Mmm you got that, baby.” I squeeze two fists-full of her backside and hold back the urge to push her back onto the bed and climb between her legs.
I haven’t felt like this since the last time we were together before she left: consumed by her to the point that everything else fades and all that’s left is us.
She pushes her palms up the front of my sweatshirt, fingers raking along my abs. I tense and roll my hips, grinding my hard-on into the softness of her body.
“I want you.” Her words reverberate in my skull, awakening all the parts of me I thought I’d never feel again.
I cover her mouth with mine and pull at her lower lip. She understands and immediately tilts her head, opening her mouth just enough for me to delve inside. My senses explode at the sweet taste of her mouth. The slick heat of her tongue slides against mine, firing my need to make her mine in every way.
Holding her tight, I walk her toward the bed until the backs of her legs hit and she drops, breaking the kiss. She looks up with lust-fogged eyes and a need I’ve never seen on her before. She’s so fucking sexy it has me fighting the urge to take my dick in my hand.
Unable to keep my hands off her, I trace the line of her jaw to her full lips. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” Her one word answer spoken against my fingertips jacks my hips forward.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing, but I’m not sure I can go another second without being inside you, baby.” I swallow hard, repulsed by my inability to control my desires. She’s been traumatized, and the last thing she needs is me throwing myself all over her.
With her eyes fixed at my waist, she reaches up and unbuckles my belt. I’m helpless and can only watch as she slips the strap from the buckle and pops the button on my pants. Her soft gray eyes peer up at me, and I pull my lip ring between my teeth at the question I see in her eyes. She drops the zipper and dips her hand beneath the elastic of my boxer briefs to free me. Her eyebrows drop low as her fingers tease my newest piercing. She dips her chin to study it closer.
Her breath catches in her throat. “Oh my.” She gazes back up and me. “Why?”
I shrug. “After you left, I wanted a reminder of my vow to never go there again with another woman.”
The pad of her thumb brushes from one end of the barbell to the other sending waves of euphoria shooting up my spine. “So while I was gone, you never . . .?”
“No.”
Her cheeks flush pink and her shoulders slump. “Oh.”
I haven’t asked, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that if she’d been sleeping in Hatch’s bed for six months chances are they were doing a lot more than sleeping. But I know what it feels like to be desperate. I remember needing to feel loved so badly that I’d degrade myself to feel anything remotely close to it. I understand why she did what she did, and in a lot of ways I’m responsible for it. I pushed her to it just like the circumstances of my life pushed me.
“Look at me.”
She blinks up at me, tears shining in her eyes.
“We both have things we’re not proud of, but that doesn’t touch what happens between us.”
“If I could take it back . . .”
“No take backs, baby. I love you. That’s where we stay.”
She inhales a shaky breath, and a ghost of a smile passes her lips. “I love you, too.”
Warmth flutters through my chest and turns to heat at the fire I see in her eyes. She wraps one hand around me in a firm grip and leans in. Softly, she brushes her lips first before swirling her tongue around my piercing. My stomach tumbles, and my pulse rockets through my veins. I fist my hands in her silky red hair, holding her to me. She parts her lips, and my dick disappears inch by inch into her mouth until she can’t take anymore.
“Fucking beautiful. You look so gorgeous takin’ me in.”
A moan of approval vibrates her throat and sends my hips thrusting forward. She braces her hands on my thighs, keeping me still while she sucks me deep.
Less than a year ago these were the things that would drive me to be sick, but with her it’s different. We’re not taking or using but rather sharing in the pleasure together.
Her dark eyelashes lie in contrast to her fair skin. Full dark lips shine with moisture. The visual becomes too much. Afraid if I don’t stop her this will be over way before either of us is ready, I pull away.