“Why would you agree to?—”
Whatever else I was going to say gets swallowed by my moan when his lips crash down onto mine. His total possession of me is brutal. Savage. And I fall willingly into the maelstrom. Fallon kisses me like he has something to prove and is willing to destroy me to do it. And god help me, he does. His tongue plunders my mouth, invading and conquering with deep, penetrating thrusts, stealing every thought inside my head except for one.More. I want more.
Where there was anger and hurt from minutes ago is replaced with need.So much damn need. Another low moan breaks free when he takes the kiss deeper. Desperation and desire mainline into my bloodstream and send me on a high I never want to come down from.
Fallon has kissed me four times in my lifetime. Once to snap me out of a panic attack, once to shut me up, once to say goodbye, and now.
Sinking my hands into his thick, dark-blond hair, I fight for control of the kiss, wanting to punish him for the pleasure I’m feeling. His palm flattens around the nape of my neck, his long,masculine fingers tangling in my hair. With a sharp yank, he forces my head back.
“Does that feel like pity?”
This is the side of Fallon I used to fear as Old Elizabeth but came to love as New Elizabeth. The darkness that lurks behind the beautiful façade of the man.
“Fuck you,” I rasp, taunting the beast to come out from its cage.
“With pleasure.”
My back slides up the wall when he lifts me up, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He pins me to the wall with his body, and I go up in flames when I feel the hard length of him push into my core. Tendrils of desire weave their gossamer threads around me and pull them taut. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, one brush of my clit will send me hurtling over the edge of no return.
But it will be a spectacular fall.
I look down at him, and my pulse quickens. He is so handsome. Where Ryder was my light, Fallon has always been my dark. That darkness within him still exists, but I’ve never been afraid of it. And right now, I need it. I need him to bring me back to life after feeling numb and empty for so long.
Making my intent clear, I brace against the width of his shoulders and rotate my hips. His pupils blow, eclipsing the blue with midnight, and a thrill races through me.
His fingertips dig into my ass, and he grinds his hardness into me. The jolt of pleasure that sparks to life has me almost coming just from that one small point of contact. Like I said, it’s been a while.
“You need to be sure, Elizabeth. Once I have you, you’re mine.”
I’m scared out of my mind. The only man I’ve been with since the morning I ran to Fallon for help when my memoriesresurfaced is Ryder. I no longer carry that youthfulness of my twenties. I’m older. My body is different after giving birth to three children. I know Fallon’s history with women. It would be ridiculous for me to presume that he didn’t sleep with anyone all the years he was gone. How will I measure up when compared to them?
I don’t think. I take what I want, and damn the consequences.
As soon as my lips touch his and my hands mold to his face, Fallon releases a lust-filled groan. Our kiss is all passion and heat. It marks the beginning of something wonderful between us. No more holding back. My life has always been about choices. And right now, I’m choosing happiness. I’m choosing to finally allow myself to move on.
I’m choosing Fallon.
“Are the kids here?”
“No, why?” I pant out.
He lowers me and spins me around, pushing me forward. Excited anticipation explodes at the impact of his hard body at my back.
“Hands above your head, Kitten,” his low, husky voice rumbles in my ear, and I immediately comply. “The first time I make love to you isn’t going to be a hasty, angry-fuck against the wall, sweetheart. But you will be screaming my name when I’m done with you.”
A hot ball of arousal coils tight when his clever fingers slip under the stretch waistband of my yoga pants. His grunt of pleasure is pure hedonism when he encounters no other barrier because I’m not wearing underwear.
“Tell me no. Tell me to stop,” he says, almost like a plea, as his hand slides lower.
No way in hell. I widen my stance and arch my back. My head drops onto his shoulder, and I freefall into the fathomless blue of his gaze.
“Don’t stop.”
That’s all the permission he needs.
Goose bumps scatter like falling stars over my skin as he teases his hand farther, cupping my heat. He breathes in deeply when he gathers my wetness with a finger and coats my clit with it.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he says, rubbing gentle circles over my swollen nub that make my damn toes curl and my eyes roll back. Fallon sinks one finger inside me, then two, the rough calluses of his fingers a delicious scrape against my G-spot. “So fucking tight.”
