Before I can fully process what’s happening, he’s moved one hand to my almost bare thigh and the other to the side of my face, cupping my cheek and pulling me to him until I can feel his hot breath on my lips. He pauses for just amoment before whispering, “fuck it”, then locking his lips on mine in a searing, time stopping, all-consuming kiss.
I lock the logical part of my brain away and kiss him back, letting my hands find the base of his skull, where my fingers are finally able to run through his soft waves. God, he still has the best fucking hair.
His tongue quickly makes its way past my lips, tangling with mine. It’s the most hurried and unrelenting kiss I’ve ever experienced and I think I’d be happy if it never ended. The butterflies in my stomach are still there, tossing and flipping, turning my nervousness into reckless, needy arousal.
Refusing to break contact, I lift my hips and toss a leg over his lap until I’m straddling him. A moan slips from my mouth when I feel his hard length taking up space in his jeans. He’s not the only one. I’m about to make a mess of him with how soaked I am.
He breaks the kiss and regards me. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But maybe we can justnotthink too hard about it right now and go with it?”
A tentative smile builds as he stares at me through dazed eyes. “Hold onto me.” It’s the only warning I get before he’s moving.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he quickly maneuvers his legs underneath him, then moves to stand. My legs find his waist as he moves towards the bedroom door.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh. We don’t want to wake the baby.” Jesus Christ.
“The baby?” I laugh.
“It sounded better in my head.” He grins and tries to shrug his shoulders. “She needs rest and I have a feeling what we’re about to do willnotbe quiet.”
He walks me into the living room and sits down on the couch, leaving me on his lap.
“Now… where were we?”
I pause to take him in. There are so many things I want to say, but now is not the time.
Scooting up his lap, my pussy rubs against his still hard cock and he hisses at the friction. I can’t imagine denim feels amazing against an erection, but if anything, he deserves a tiny bit of discomfort.
I reach down to grab the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. Fuck my life. My palms hover over his abs, just far enough away to torture myself. I pull my lower lip between my teeth, close my eyes and suck in a breath, praying a silent prayer to whoever is listening to just let me have this. Just this once.
“It’s okay, Angel. You can touch me.”
Damn him. That nickname. It sends shockwaves through my flesh and causes me to grind down on him like a desperate, needy slut. I’m not sure I care, right now.
I lean forward until our foreheads touch and a rogue tear threatens to escape. “Hayes, I–”
“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, baby. I know it hurts.” He’s right. Everything hurts. My body. My soul. My heart. “Will you let me make it feel better?”
My brows furrow as I contemplate his question. It all feels so confusing. I want it, but I know I shouldn’t.
For the second time in my life, I take the reckless, irrational path. The one that could very well lead to the same ruin as the first time.
“Please…” I mutter against his lips.
“Undo my jeans,” he orders and without missing a beat, I do.
He lifts his hips and tugs the denim down until his cock springs free and lands against his stomach. The gasp I gasp gives him pause and I quickly tell him, “It’s fine. I just… forgot how big it was. It’s… been a while.”
His hands find the bottom of my skirt and pull up until it’s around my waist. “How long has it been since you’ve had your tight little hole filled?”
I let out a sound that’s somewhere between an exhale, a groan and a moan. I remember loving his dirty mouth. Definitely not just the big dick that stayed the same.
“Um…” I pant and his fingers toy with the lace of my thong. I swear I could combust just from the feather touch of him being so close to where I want him the most. “I’d say about twenty years,” I moan.
“Raegan–”
