She’s soaked, and her clit is swollen and pulses as I suck it. When I assault her G-spot and continue to suck her clit, she comes, and her screams of my name fill the bedroom. She jerks and squirms as I continue to lick and worship her through her release.
After the last aftershock has subsided, I lie beside her and take her in my arms. Lying face-to-face with her, I rub my cum into her skin.
Her eyes gleam. “A giant walking red flag.”
“And you love me.”
Her face softens and glows. “I do. I really, truly, deeply do.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “Me, too, little dove. Me, too.”
Chapter 31
Leeva
Iwakeuptodelicious pleasure. My eyelids slowly lift, and in the dim light, I see Hayes above me. His body spreads my legs, and he slides into me.
I’m wet and ready, so I know he was playing with me while I slept, making good on the free use.
But I panic at the thought that he’s entering me without a condom.
His blue eyes are dark and heated as he pauses, seeing my panic, then he takes my hand to feel the portion of his shaft that isn’t fully seated within me.
He’s wearing a condom. Relief floods me as I feel the latex with my fingertips.
Tears sting my eyes as he slides fully in. So many emotions are overwhelming me right now.
This is Hayes. My best friend. The man I thought didn’t want me this way. The man who had hurt me deeply when he tried to protect me.
The man I came back to forgive and then move on.
The man who ended up being the masked man I was with at Hedon. He stalked me to my hotel. Broke in while I slept. Ejaculated on me and rubbed it into my skin.
This is all sorts of wrong, but there’s so much that feels right about it.
“Hayes.” A sob catches in my throat.
I’m a swirl of contradictions. Emotional pain and physical pleasure. Disbelief and excitement. Panic and love.
He pauses his movements and wraps me in his arms. “What do you need?” He kisses away the tears that slipped onto my cheeks.
“I need you to make me forget. I need you to make me remember.” My voice cracks as my words are as contradictory as my emotions and thoughts. “I need you to…” My eyes find his in the dim light. “I need you to make love to me.”
I went to Hedon wanting to explore and discover the desires and urges I had been resisting, but right now, I don’t want or need the kinky, non-vanilla sex.
“Making love? I…I’ve never done that,” he admits.
Suddenly, it’s crystal clear that this is what I need—a part of him that no one else has ever had.
He had lost his virginity because I became Guerilla’s old lady. He explored his hedonistic desires without me. He lived in pain for years before I ran; pain that I unknowingly caused him by being with his brother. Because I had no idea how he felt, and I was naïve and impulsive, thinking that if he didn’t want me, then maybe the other Cartwright brother would be a substitute.
His gaze is deep and searing, peeling me apart to look right into my soul. He begins to move within me, keeping it soft and gentle, reverent, and he cups my face. “You were my first kiss.”
His mouth seals over mine before I can respond, shock and elation mixing together. I feel as though his action and this knowledge binds me to him in a way unlike before.
I was his first kiss.
Tears want to push forth again because my first kiss should’ve been his, too. My first time. My first everything.
