She gripped the base of his shaft and stroked up toward the glans. “I can’t give you what you want.” She didn’t know how. “But I can give you this.”
His body shook as she moved her hand, pulling and twisting in a move she knew would drive him insane. His balls drew up into his body as she reached down to cup them.
A hiss escaped between his clenched teeth. “You’re killing me here.” He clamped his hand around her wrist. “I want to make this good for you, too.”
“Then, I want you back inside me,” she said. “You felt good, fucking me.”
He reached down and rolled the condom off. “No. We’re doing this together.” His hand skimmed her belly and cupped her sex. “Or we’re not doing it at all.”
He didn’t understand trauma. Some injuries took time to heal, and psychological scars sometimes never went away. If they were to have any sort of future together, he needed to accept her flaws.
She shook her head. “It’s not that easy.”
Despite what he’d said, this wasthe most fucked up fuckof them all. She shouldn’t have relaxed the no-sex clause. They’d been having fun until sex entered the equation. But she’d thought…she’d hoped that this time would be different.
She was wrong.
Extracting herself from his embrace, she reached for her clothes. “Maybe we should go find that motel you were talking about and get some rest?”
He shook his head. “I’m not willing to give this up. Let me explore your body.”
“I can’t…”
“Relax, Skye. It’s my wedding night. I plan on getting to know my bride.”
“We’re not married.”
“You don’t know that we’re not.”
“If we are, it’s a mistake.” One that Forest had sent their army of lawyers into fixing. He was a force to be reckoned with.
“Call it a fortunate misadventure instead of a mistake,” Ash insisted. He pushed her hands aside, and he circled a finger around her nipple. “It’s just you and me. Trust me not to hurt you, and when your mind starts heading in the wrong direction, I’ll bring you back. No one is ever going to hurt you again.”
He kissed her, tender and sweet, not demanding, not pushing. She took in a breath and opened herself to his touch. The rough callus of his finger dragged against her tender flesh. She gasped as he slipped his hand down, his finger slipping inside her folds. He stroked her from the inside out, but it was too much.
Her eyes closed while she accepted the inevitable. “You can’t fix me,” she said on a sigh. Carefully, she held his jaw and forced him tolook at her. “I’m not broken, and I don’t need to be fixed. Please accept this.”
“I’m not trying to force anything.”
She placed her finger over his lips. “This has nothing to do with you or your skill as a lover.” She kissed him lightly on the lips. “Believe me, I wish I could give you that part of myself, and for the record, I’ve never gotten so close, but forcing me is only going to make it harder.”
She gripped his cock, still hard and heavy with need. An involuntary shudder rippled through his body as she stroked him.
“But I can give you what you need.”
He groaned as her fingers circled his glans. “Damn, don’t hate me, but I don’t want to say no.”
“Then, say yes.” She flicked under the head of his glans, eliciting another groan.
His cock jumped in her hands, stiffening even more.
She straddled him, determined to salvage the worst fuck of her life and probably his as well. “Do you mind if I take the top?”
He snapped his fingers. “Condom, please.”
She handed him a condom from the pack.
He ripped the foil pouch and covered himself. His hooded eyes regarded her with serious intent. “This means more to me than you know. I just wish you would let me?—”
