Willa draws her hand to her mouth, brushing her fingertips over her lower lip. “You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back,” I remind her, lowering to kiss her again.
One isn’t enough.
There’s never getting enough of her. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I steal it. Suck on it. She squirms beneath me, grinding against my leg. She’s as desperate as I am.
I kiss down her jaw. Her neck. Peeling the T-shirt over her head, I kiss down her perfect breasts, dragging my tongue in a slow circle around her nipple. My palm skates down her stomach; my fingers graze her pussy. I toy with the slit, and she immediately starts to wiggle.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, Willa Elliott. Absolutely perfect.”
She moans as I sink a finger into her. “Are we playing nice tonight, Dean?”
“We aren’t playing anything but you and me tonight.” I sink a second finger into her cunt. “Fuck, I missed you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your soul. I’ve never needed anything like I need you in my life.”
Even if she breaks me all over again.
Her fingers dig into my hair when I meet her gaze.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I want to believe her. After she bared her soul, I probably should. But there’s still this fear that lives inside me when I find peace in her eyes. I’m terrified to trust it.
But I don’t tell her that. I lower my mouth to her dripping cunt and lick until her back arches. She’s so pretty when she’s a writhing mess for me. I could spend every night between her legs, and I’d never get enough of her.
Willa’s fingers dig into my hair, holding me where she needs me, grinding my face against her perfect pussy. Her thighs press against my ears, muffling her moans. A sound greater than any song.
I circle her clit until she’s singing for me. Until her heels dig into my back, and she’s shaking. A scream rips through the room, and I shove my tongue into her to taste what I’m doing to her. She has me grinding my cock on the bed; I’m so desperate for her tight cunt to be wrapped around my cock as tightly as she’s squeezing my tongue.
Unhooking her legs, I pull back and jump off the bed, stripping to nothing.
There’s something about the way she watches me as I discard every piece of clothing. She doesn’t just look at me; she sees me. Every mark, every scar, every muscle.
When I kneel between her legs again, she pulls me to her. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, desperate for a kiss.
My lips land on hers, and it’s almost better than my cock sinking inside her completely bare. There’s nothing between us.
No secrets.
No lies.
Just a painful fucking truth that tore us apart for too many years.
I’ve never felt free in life, no matter how many ways I chased it. When I escaped my family, I found myself here. And although my loyalty has been with my club, the burden of my patch was another weight on my shoulders.
After I walked out of prison, I looked up at the sky and thought maybe that was what freedom felt like. The bars were gone. The air was clean.
But here, in this bed with Willa, I find something else.
She sets me free in a way I never allow myself. She tears me down to my barest form. She sees the messed-up kid who got into trouble to escape what was raging around in his head. She sees a boy who laid his heart on the line for her. She sees all my vulnerability, and she isn’t scared of it.
I’ve been careful over the years to keep myself closed off. To bury my feelings—my mistakes. I hid my pain in blood, booze, and strippers. I pretended the part of me Willa knew years ago no longer existed.
But her tongue tangles with mine, and there’s no denying that side of me has always been there, living inside me, waiting for her.
Her nails scratch at my neck as I sink back on my heels and grab her ass, pulling her to me and shifting the angle. Her legs hook around my waist as she grabs the headboard, spread out for me. With each thrust, her tits bounce.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
