“You don’t want to know the ways I’ve been dreaming about doing it,” I grumbled at the pulse point in her neck. “The way I’ve been imagining peeling you out of your clothes so I could get to the goodness underneath. Every night, lying on that couch thinking about you in my bed. Wanting to consume you in the same way as you’ve been consuming my thoughts.”
I shouldn’t admit it, but maybe I needed her to know. Maybe I needed her to know she was slowly driving me out of my mind and pushing me toward complete devastation.
“I’ve been doing exactly the same. For years. Since the day you left me.”
My chest squeezed in a fit of regret, and a groan rolled up from the depths. From that sacred place that had forever been reserved for her. The place that only she could fill that was crying out for her to take up residency.
But I couldn’t allow her to go there.
This was temporary.
All of it.
And still I was rumbling, “You were thinkin’ about me when you were touching yourself that night, weren’t you, Little Wallflower? Wanting me to climb into that bed with you. Wanting me to take you.”
Could feel the rush of redness race across her flesh, that bit of shyness peeking out before she lifted her chin with all that sweet ferocity she’d always reserved for me. “Yes. How could I not when I woke up and you were right there? Like I was waking up to a perfect dream.”
A gluttonous chuckle rolled out.
Possession pounding through my insides, so close to obliterating everything else.
Decimating all rationale and logic.
“If you knew the number of times I had my hand wrapped around my cock imagining it was your pretty little mouth, you’d go running. Imagining I was buried in the tight clutch of your cunt.” I rumbled it up and down her neck.
Shock slipped off her tongue at the deep, desperate words. “The only place I would be running is to you.”
Fuck. Me.
A growl rolled up my throat, and my mouth roved, diving down her chest and peppering kisses along the delicate, delicious flesh, avoiding her mouth because I knew if I went there, there would be no going back.
I yanked the strap of her tank down to reveal a white, lace-covered breast.
Her rosy nipple was pebbled and peaked beneath the see-through fabric.
Made the mistake of glancing up at her face when I did. Taking her in, propped on my counter. Her hair a mess from my fist in it. Cornflower eyes wild and her plump lips parted.
Raw, unbridled desire carved into her expression.
Woman so gorgeous my lungs felt like they were going to fail. But it was the thrashing of my soul at having her in front of me this way that should have warned me I was pushing things too far.
I needed to stop before this thing completely spiraled out of control.
But there was no heeding it. My words falling free and fast. “The number of times I had to stop myself from going to you. From finding you across time and space and miles. From seeking the one single thing in this horrible world that promised there was still goodness. Your face and this heart and this beautiful spirit. You are the fucking sun, but I knew seeing you would only burn my eyes. But I’m going to stand in it for a little while, Little Wallflower. Going to protect it so one day you can fully shine. So you can go on showering the earth in all that beauty and grace.”
Gentle fingers came out to trace my face, and her eyes creased at the sides. “You were my beauty, too.”
My teeth gritted against her words. I couldn’t contemplate what she said.
So instead, I focused on giving her the one thing I could right then.
Pleasure.
I let the pad of my thumb swirl around her hard, peaked nipple.
My cock was just as hard. Straining painfully at my jeans in a bid to get closer.
Hungry to rip her out of those leggings and sink into the sweet heat underneath.
