I was too tense, too anxious, too tightly wound.
How could she accept a person like me?
Just then, I heard a knock at the door.
I stood up, alert, but didn’t otherwise move.
It obviously wasn’t Logan because he would have just walked in. After two more firm knocks, I got up with an animal growl of irritation.
I didn’t bother putting on a pair of boxers; whoever was at my door could get a look at my cock in all its glory.
I dragged myself over to the door, fully irritated, and when I opened it…
It was a vision or maybe a hallucination.
“I know. I should have waited for you to reach out to me, but…” That soft, feminine voice could belong to no one but Babygirl.
MyBabygirl.
I furrowed my brow and shivered at the cold air against my exposed body. Then, when I had finally accepted that my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, I snatched her by the waist and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind us. I pulled her to me in a headlong rush. The need to fuse with her, to drug myself with her smell, became overpowering, and she moaned as my arms wrapped around her slim body.
“Well, this is quite a welcome. I’m glad to see you too,” she chuckled.
The last time we saw each other, I’d smashed her computer and left her alone in her room…
Nothing… I couldn’t catch my breath; I couldn’t form a thought.
“Shut up, Tinkerbell.” I cupped her face in my hands and stared into her eyes. The blue ocean of them washed over me, leaving me stunned. The tip of her nose was rosy. I pressed a chaste kiss against it to warm it up, and then I did the same to her chapped and swollen lips before licking and biting them wildly. She groaned, clutching my back.
I felt her nails poking into my flesh, but her touch didn’t trouble me. It was the only one I accepted.
Instinctively, I lifted her up. She let out a little yelp and clung to my neck as she scrambled to wrap her legs around my hips.
“I’m glad you’re here…” I murmured, carrying her across the room to the bed.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask her: Had her mother known she was coming to New York to see me? Was she planning to stay and clear things up with her father?
But I wasn’t capable of having a conversation just then—I’d get to it later.
I wanted her hot and naked underneath me. Immediately. No waiting.
All I wanted was to bury myself in her and forget about all my problems.
I threw her down on the mattress and straddled her.
Selene, whose breathing had already sped up, seemed surprised. I began eagerly undressing her like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. I didn’t give a shit about her clothes; I just needed to access her body—a body that was, little by little, becoming my newest addiction.
She let me do it without any hesitation.
“You were so freaked out when you left, and I…” she paused as I continued to peel layers off her with shaking fingers. “I was afraid… I wanted to see you.” A gasp.
Me too…
I wanted to see her too.
Because I needed her.
I needed her to help me forget my history and remember that there was more to this world than just nightmares.
