I reach around the back of her head and dip my face, my lips brushing against her ear. “Then maybe stop questioning it.”
This time when I kiss her, it's not about adrenaline or danger. It's about this moment, this connection we can’t seem to fight anymore.
She melts into my arms, hugging me tight as I deepen the kiss.
“I need you,” she whispers against my mouth.
“You have me.” I stand up and lift her into my arms, never breaking the kiss, even as we move to the bedroom.
I strip off my clothes and then hers, bringing my lips to her prickled skin. She shivers at my touch, her legs falling open for me.
“You're beautiful,” I whisper.
“Don't say that,” she says, her eyes hooded with lust.
“Why?”
“Because saying things like that make me believe it’s real.”
“Maybe it is real.”
She pulls me down on top of her. “Then show me.”
And with my head filled with conflict and questions I can’t answer, I show her exactly what she means to me without saying the words that would complicate everything.
With one arm snaked around her waist, I hold the head of my cock at her entrance, rubbing it over her pussy lips before I thrust inside of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, holding me close, pulling me deep.
“Don't let go,” she rasps.
“Never.”
Our bodies move together differently today…in a way that scares the shit out of me. Like we fit. Like this is how it's supposed to be for both of us.
Her pussy clenches me tight, squeezing my cock to the point where I’m gonna lose it before we’ve even gotten started. Her walls are slick, wet heat blanketing me with every push and pull.
I speed up my movements, driving into her with long, hard strokes.
She gasps, her body trembling, nails lancing my back. “That’s it. Oh my God, oh my God. Fuck me!”
It only takes a few more pumps of my cock before I’m seeing stars and my brain short-circuits. With one final thrust, the orgasm shoots to the head of my cock and explodes into her. It’s everything. All for her.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in the sheets, silence falling over us.
“I trust you,” she finally says.
My gut wrenches, a sliver of unease slipping down the back of my neck.
“Tierney...”
“I know I shouldn't. I know this is complicated and messy and probably temporary. But I do trust you.” She turns her face to look at me. “And that scares me a hell of a lot more than those men today.”
I brush her hair back from her face, memorizing the expression on her face right now.
It’s open. Vulnerable. Trusting.
Fuck.And I never saw it coming.
“Why does it scare you?” I ask.
