He was moving with me wrapped around him like a koala bear. I was in a happy state, where I could either fall asleep or—I rocked over him and smiled as he groaned deep and low into my ear.
I rocked again. That felt so good.
His hand fell to my ass, grasping it. “Blake.”
I wanted more. Lifting my mouth, I tasted his throat, and he groaned again. That sound was so blissful. A shiver went through me, making me tremble in his arms.
I didn’t know where we were anymore, but he was moving us.
The music faded.
We were going up.
“What—” someone else started.
“Leave,” Creighton clipped out.
A door clicked, closing, and it was quiet now. Peaceful. Except I was writhing inside. The dam had been building for so fucking long, and I let it shatter. Everything was rushing through me, making me feel like I was going to go insane.
I reached for Creighton’s shirt and yanked him to me. I growled in his face. “You.” I dragged his mouth to mine. I barely registered his eyes widening, but then it didn’t matter because I was tasting him, this time on the lips, and things clicked into place inside of me. The right drawers suddenly found the shelves they were supposed to be in. All the madness cleared out of me. Lights that had been blinking in a frenzy all dimmed, all at the same time. A peace that I’d never let myself welcome wound itself through me, waking up every cell in my body, and just telling me that same message over and over again.
Home.
I was home.
And that was in Creighton’s arms, with his lips on mine, and I let myself ride in my own boat right over that dam.
I fell.
He stiffened, pulling away. “Wait.”
I panted. “Want.”
He dodged my mouth, gripping the back of my neck. He angled his head to see me better. “How much have you been drinking?”
I cursed. This was stupid. I knew what I wanted. I moved for him again.
His hand tightened on my neck, until another whimper left me, and he tore himself out of my arms. I landed on a desk with a thud, and suddenly he was across the room, breathing hard, his hands on his hips. “How much have you had to drink?”
“What does it matter?” I snapped.
He snapped right back, “It matters. You matter. You’re the only thing that matters, so yes, if you’re in an altered state of mind,it matters.” He heaved a breath, his nostrils flaring. “How much?”
I deflated.
Those words.
Jesus. Those words.
... you matter. You’re the only thing that matters ...I blinked back tears.
I knew Creighton’s obsession, but to hear it in those words, the madness was coming back to my head. It was going to fill me up, and I was going to get all confused once more. It’d felt so nice being in his arms, giving in, and letting everything else filter out. My mind was quiet for once.
I wanted that back.
I snorted. “Why do you care now about—” I folded my arms over my chest, pouting.
Tomorrow I’d regret pouting. I acknowledged that, but I got a glimpse at what the world felt like in his arms. I got a taste before it was gone. I wanted thatback. This need for him was in me, burrowing deeper behind my heart, and he was making himself comfortable there.
