He turned as if he was going to be the one to choreograph their dance, had her back to the closed door now, pressing her there, one hand next to her shoulder ready to brace for impact.
She hoped so because what the two of them shared when they came together wasn’t only mind blowing but ego lifting.
He was jerking up into her wet heat and she was hanging on because it wasn’t as if she had anywhere she could go or anything she could do other than give her complete surrender.
And enjoy it, for a woman who never gave control up toanyone.
Each movement, each stroke, each jerk of his body gave her another taste of him.
Another feeling to hold on to and cherish.
Another set of sensations building inside, making her question what it was about him that pulled her in so quickly.
Her body was climbing fast, winding tighter with every breath and cresting toward the edge she craved. The bruising grip of his hands on her ass told her everything she needed to know. He was right there with her straining against the same unbearable need and just as close to breaking free.
“That’s it,” she said, her body lifting with each jam of him into her. “Harder. Just like that.”
They were grinding against each other, hard and fast with sweat slicking their skin. His grip on her forced her down onto every thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode the pounding rhythm. Their bodies worked with a brutal, perfect sync of driving, taking and giving until release was the only outcome.
Dual cries of triumph filled the air in her room, her forehead landing on his shoulder in defeat.
That was exactly how it felt.
As if she’d lost all possession of her body, and maybe a tiny bit of her heart with it.
23
SCARED FOR ME
“Be careful, Rory.”
“I’m always careful,” he said. “Stop babying me.”
Rene laughed at him like she was prone to do. How he missed her laughter and wished it weren’t only in a dream that he got to experience it again.
“You babied me for years,” Rene said. “It’s my turn now.”
“If you really wanted to help, you’d give me more clues.”
“Don’t pout,” Rene said, flopping on the bed. “I’m giving you what I can. I don’t know his name. What more do you want from me?”
“I want to help bring whoever did this to you to justice.”
“But it doesn’t change what happened,” Rene said sadly. He rarely saw her not smiling or laughing in his dreams. Or if she wasn’t happy, then she was fearful. That was worse. “You can’t bring me back.”
“I know. But I want to know what happened,” he said. “Ineedto.”
“And you will,” Rene said. “But it’s not safe there now. You need to know that. You need to understand. They are coming for you.”
And there was the fear he dreaded. “Who is coming for me? If you know someone is, then you knowwhoit is.”
“It’s not up to me to tell you.” A tear slipped out of her eye. “But I’m warning you because you’re closer than you ever were before. Maybe it’s the help you’ve got now.”
“You know about Gale,” he said. “How can you not know about the rest?”
Rene’s hand landed on his shoulder. He swore he felt it. “Because I know you and what is in your head, but not theirs. Not anyone else. Keep seeking, Rory, you’ll findyourtruth.”
“I want your truth,” he yelled. “Why won’t you give it to me?”
