And when she opens for me, I don’t waste a single second, and that first taste, it almost brings me to my knees. My fingers curl against the nape of her neck, holding her to me, and Itake.She matches my desperation, fingers curling into my shirt to hold me to her, and when she whimpers…
Fuck.
My cock hardens to the point of fucking pain. I know she can feel it; it’ll be hard for her not to when it’s pressing to the soft swell of her stomach. I am desperate, damn right feral for her. My heart pounds, and my palms are clammy.I want her.
I break away from the kiss only to pepper kisses along her jaw, down her throat, grinning against her skin when she tilts her face to the side to allow me access. My teeth scrape over her fluttering pulse, feeling the way she’s reacting to me by the way her blood pumps furiously through her veins.
“Let me have you,” I rasp against her skin, “Let me keep you.”
“Dean,” She moans when my mouth reaches her clavicle, my teeth grazing.
“Come on, Butterfly,” My hand finally leaves her neck to smooth down over her shoulder, over the mound of her breast to her waist, “Look how good we are together.”
I skirt my hand down more, to the flare of her wide hips, down to her thigh, and then I bend a little to grasp her behind her knee, bringing her leg up to hook it at my hip. I grind forward, the barrier of our clothes making my skin itch. She gasps as I push my hips into the center of her, letting her feel just how fucking desperate I am.
Her nails bite against the muscles in my abdomen.
I bring my mouth back to hers, running my tongue along her bottom lip. “It’s just you and me, pretty girl.”
The moment the words are out, she stiffens; her mouth stops moving, her body stops reacting. I pull away, a frown pulling at my brows as I watch her. She begins to shake as she frantically pushes me away.
“Sloane,” I allow her to put space between us, watching as the walls go back up, brick by armored brick. She wraps her arms around herself.
My courageous girl, my fucking brave butterfly…
“Don’t say that,” Her voice comes out croaky, rough.
I scramble to try and figure out what it is that set her off. We were fine, we were there…
It’s just you and me.
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and her breathing is rushed, too quick. She’s on the verge of another attack.
“Sloane,” I close the gap again, reaching for her but she flinches. My chest cracks, clean in half, but I don’t stop. “You’re okay.”
“He said…” She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Heis not here.” I assure her, “Hewill never be here, never be near you.”
I take her trembling hand and bring it to my chest. “Feel it.”
Her lashes flutter wildly as she captures and clings to my eyes with her own, “Feel my heart, Sloane. You feel it?”
“Yes,” She whispers.
“Good,” I praise as I draw her hand from my chest and coax it toward hers, “Do you feel yours?”
“Yes,” She hiccups.
“You know what that means, Sloane?”
Her head shakes, “No.”
“It means you survived.” I cover her hand, flattening her palm on her chest. “It means you won. It means you are not there; you arerighthere. You survived.”
“I survived.” She pushes out a deep breath.
“And you get tolive.”
