I draw in a shaking breath. “I know this doesn’t take away all the pain I put you through, but when I bolted from that room, I was so fucked-up with images of Emily bleeding in the bathtub, I couldn’t see straight. I was trapped in my past, and I needed to escape, so I started thinking about our times together. The book signing, the way you kissed me in the car. The way you taste. The sounds you make when I’m licking you.”
Hayley’s eyes widen and a flush creeps up her cheeks. Her chest rises and falls, and the air rushes out of her parted lips in a soft pant.
Fuck!
“The whole time I was stroking myself, I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good you felt mashed against my lips.”
Her pupils dilate, and I’m having a tough time keeping my breaths even. “You tethered me, Hayley. You brought me back. I couldn’t have made it without you. I love you so fucking much it hurts to breathe.”
Her bottom lip trembles, and she catches it between her teeth the moment before a tear falls and lands on her hand.
“Kade, do you have any idea what it’s like to love you? I meant what I said in the interview: loving you is like being in a hurricane. It sweeps you up and spins you around until you’re in the eye and everything is calm and safe.”
Now she’s fidgeting again, and I have to fight to sit still and let her finish.
“You see…I need that. I need you to pull me to the eye of the storm because really the storm is me. I don’t always know who I am, but I do know that I like the person I am when I’m with you. I know I’m not perfect and I get lost in my head sometimes, but you’re my stage lights. You block out the crowd and help me see what’s really important. I know I’ve lied to you in the past, but I promise you I’ll always be real with you, no matter what.”
I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “I want you. All of you, just the way you are.”
She dips her head and her lips meet mine, and I want to fucking devour her because being without the taste of her for this long has been Hell.
I slide my fingers into her hair and push my tongue into her mouth. We kiss as though we’re starved for each other. Her tongue slips between my lips, and we devour each other. I’m done talking, and so is she.
She straddles me, and I instantly grow hard.
Fuck! This isn’t the most appropriate time for my dick to react.
I break the kiss. I don’t want her to feel like this is something she has to do for me to prove a point. “Shit, sorry… Uh, maybe we should take things slow.”
She rubs herself along my hard length. “I don’t want to take things slow.” She looks at me from under her lashes, and fuck me I’m aching for her.
My hands roam her body, under her sweater and… Shit, she’s not wearing a bra.
“Kade…” She pulls back, her eyes searching mine. “Can I get a do-over?”
My balls just about explode. I stand up in one swift move. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I mumble against her lips, “Bedroom?”
She points and I follow her directions.
Walking into her room, her ornate full-length mirror inspires me.
“Can I try something? No pressure. I just want to touch you.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
♫♫♫
This is torture. Pure capillary-busting, out-of-the-envelope fucking torture: her back against my chest, the heat of our skin where we touch, my cock—harder than steel—nestled in the cleft of her amazing ass. Her head lolls against my shoulder, and I press my lips to her neck as I stare at her in the mirror, her heaving chest lifting her perfect tits with each shuddering breath. I run my hands along the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs before feathering my fingers over her bare pussy.
We’re on her bed, me pressed against the headboard with Hayley between my legs, the mirror capturing every single moment. It couldn’t be more fucking perfect.
“Put your hand on mine,” I whisper in her ear. “Guide me.”
I want to make her come—I’m sure I can make her come—but I want her to show me the way. I want us together every second of this—every step, every shiver. I don’t want it to be her or me. I want us to make her come.
Her hand lowers, feathers over mine, those slim fingers that do such fucking incredible things to guitar strings pressing lightly against mine. She spreads them, spreading mine, and moves my hand slightly down to tease her wet opening, then up again to brush her clit.
“Both hands.” Her voice, a strangled moan, pleads with me. I slide my other one between her legs and settle at the entrance of her flowering pussy.
She pushes down on my middle finger, signaling the next move in our dance, and I push my finger inside her. Dear God, she’s a furnace inside—a slick, wet, silky furnace squeezing tight around my finger. I move my finger in and out to the tempo she sets, circling her clit with my other hand.
With a touch, she asks me to add another.
I do. Fucking her with two fingers now, coasting in deep.
She starts to shake. To moan. Her hips are moving to a primal rhythm, rubbing her ass against my cock, and the sounds coming out of her throat as I rub her throbbing clit…
Holy fuck! If she made those sounds in concert, no one would get out alive.
I’m not gonna get out alive.
But I don’t care. All I care about is that she’s in my arms now. That I can see her, feel her, hear her, be with her now. Watching her in the mirror, her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips slightly parted. She’s so fucking beautiful. She needs to see this. I kiss
