Page 49 of Always Right

His lips left mine, his kiss traveling down my jaw, teeth nipping at the soft skin of my neck. My fingers tangled in his soft hair as he pinned me against the wall, holding me captive with no way to escape.

Not that I wanted to.

He pressed against me, his hardness evident as his mouth found mine once again, kissing me before resting his forehead against mine. “I’ve missed you, Hannah. So, fucking much.”

His voice, breathless and raw...full of passion, filled the air. I could do nothing but stare into his eyes, get lost in them and hope that he would find me somewhere, buried in his soul just like he was buried in mine. It couldn’t be faked. Not this...not the way he looked at me like I was a part of him, too.

I pulled on his suit jacket, my actions telling him exactly what I wanted, even if it was in a fucking storage closet. He tossed it to the floor while he kissed me again, frenzied, desperate...like I was his oxygen and couldn’t get enough of me.

His hands roamed my body, first my neck, caressing me gently as his teeth nipped at my earlobe and he whispered how much he wanted me, then lowered, grazing my breasts over my dress and stealing a moan from my lips. The world around me was spinning so fast I couldn’t steady myself, especially not when he sought my legs, his fingers quickly finding the high slit of the dress.

I whimpered when he teased me, moving his face to mine. I didn’t want to stop feeling him, his lips, his touch. I wanted him to relieve the ache between my legs and as his hand reached between them, moving the dress to the side, all I could think was that I didn’t care if he ripped the damn thing off me. I just wanted him, consequences be damned.

Despite how much time had passed since he touched me, his fingers quickly found my clit and I moaned, unable to contain the sound of pleasure as he pressed down roughly, making my body come alive with his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered against my lips, moving my lace thong to the side, his finger sliding down my core, burying itself inside. “Tell me, Hannah…how can you fight this?” His voice was hoarse with lust and all I could do was rest my head against the wall, hoping he’d hold me up because my trembling legs were about to give out on me. “Tell me how you can believe this can be wrong…”

It wouldn’t take me long to reach the peak, if only he let me.

I gasped when his fingers left me and my eyes flew open, unsure what he was doing until I saw him kneeling in front of me, spreading my legs open, his dark eyes meeting mine as he pushed the dress up as much as he could.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

My heart stuttered in my chest.

Such a simple request. Simple words that didn’t have much significance perhaps, but to us...they meant the world. He wanted me to let go, wanted me to give up the control I craved, the control that kept me at ease. My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on to him as he caressed me, pushing me to the edge but not quite letting me fall.

“You,” the word was but a strained whisper on my lips, but his eyes darkened, full of lust and love, all tangled into one. “I want you.”

That was the moment our fight ended. He bunched the dress up around my waist and draped one of my legs over his shoulder before he buried his face between my legs, his tongue darting out to taste me.

“Derek!” I cried out his name, squeezing my eyes shut and let myself be consumed by the passion between us. I bit down on my lip, trying to fight back the moans leaving my mouth as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers deep inside me but it was pointless.

If they heard me, it didn’t fucking matter.

All that mattered was his lips, his mouth on me, taking all my insecurities and obliterating them with his love. He groaned, the sound unrestrained, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

I opened my eyes, meeting his. He couldn’t stop looking at me...like he wanted the moment engraved in his mind forever.

I felt beautiful.

He licked, and kissed, waking up every nerve ending in my body, and I...I was fucking floating.

“Please.” I held on to him, hoping he wouldn’t let me fall because I wasn’t strong enough to hold myself up anymore. “Please...Derek...”

He took pity on me, his fingers curling at just the right angle, his hand reaching up to a nipple over my dress, and his tongue flicked over my clit. I flew over the edge, pleasure taking over my body in a wave I couldn’t withstand. My body trembled and my legs almost gave out, but he held me up, his mouth not once leaving my body. A muffled moan left his lips as I rode out my orgasm. I struggled to catch my breath, holding on to his hair as he kissed his way up my body.

“You taste like heaven,” he murmured, his grip around me tight, as if he knew I couldn’t stand on my own two legs at that moment.

I couldn’t...but I knew what I wanted. My hand reached down to his belt, fumbling with it until he took hold of my wrist, stopping me.

“Not here,” he whispered. “As much as it’s fucking killing me to not be inside you right now, it won’t be in this fucking storage room.” He leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss on my lips as he brushed away the hair from my face. “Come home with me. Hm? Give me a few minutes to leave everything settled for Lisa and then come home with me. What do you say?”

I didn’t think too much.

What was the point?

He was right.

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