Page 19 of Twisted Devil

Her hips undulated back and forth, and her breaths came fast and low. Her nails cut into my shoulders, and I palmed her breasts. “Come, Chloe. Use my cock to make you come. I want to watch you.”

She hissed in a breath as I slid my hands beneath her shirt then skimmed the cups of her bra. I felt like I was on a runaway train, unable to slow it down let alone stop it. Whatever the hell this was between us, it had been a year in the making and we were both spiraling out of control. I was literally hanging on by a thread. My dick ached for her, and I could feel the heat of her core pressing against me as she writhed in my lap.

“That's it…” I gritted my teeth as my cock swelled to the point of pain, ready to burst. “Goddamn it, Chloe. You're so fucking sexy.”

I kept talking to her, using my voice as reinforcement, letting her know that she was with me and only me. “I've got you. Let it all go, honey. Come for me.”

Her eyes were closed, teeth cutting into her bottom lip, and the sight of her was my undoing. Heat licked over me, and I knew I was going to come. She needed this too badly, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her to stop. A little wail of pleasure broke free from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. Mine hit at the same time, and I grabbed her hips, grinding her pelvis against mine as I let go with a feral growl.

Completely spent and sated, Chloe slumped over me, arms wound tightly around my shoulders, face buried in the crook of my neck. Holy fuck. My heart was racing so hard I could barely breathe. I slid my hands up the curve of her hips then around her lower back. I didn't want to push her limits, but I needed to hold her close. I felt like I was flying in a thousand different directions, and I needed the feel of her pressed against me to ground me.

As my arms banded around her back, she stiffened slightly. I turned my head and gently kissed her throat. “I've got you, baby. Let me hold you, just for a second.”

Chloe slowly relaxed in my arms, and my heart swelled in my chest. I'd never known it could feel like this. We hadn't even technically had sex and I was already crazy for her. I was so fucking grateful she had come to me last night.

We stayed that way for several minutes until Chloe finally lifted her head and peered down at me. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and she licked her lips before she spoke. “I'm sorry.”

I refused to regret it. “I'm not.” I lifted one hand and cupped her cheek. “I'm glad you came back to me. Trusted me.”

I pulled her head down and kissed her lightly. She clambered off my lap and her gaze dropped to my groin—to the wet spot near the pocket of my jeans.

“Yeah.” I smiled sheepishly. “That’s what you do to me.”

Her smile started small, then grew. “I think I like having that power over you.”

I chuckled as I stood and pulled her to me. “No doubt you do, beautiful. You should know that’s never happened to me before. I’ve never lost it over a woman.”

Could I have held off? Absolutely. But I needed Chloe to understand that she was the one with all the control. She’d had that stripped from her once, but never again. From now on, she would know that she was in charge of her body, and it was her choice whether to submit.

She tipped her head up so she could see me better as she looped her arms around my neck. “Imagine what I could do with a power like that.”

I couldn’t help but grin. Her fierce attitude was coming back full force and I loved it. I was so damn proud that she was pushing herself to move on, to not get stuck in the past. I couldn't begin to imagine how much she'd struggled with intimacy. But Chloe was strong; she refused to be a victim, and I admired the hell out of her for that.

“Can I see you again tomorrow?”

She pretended to think about it for a second, then smiled impishly. “You going to make it worth my while?”

“Absolutely.” I slid one hand into the thick curtain of hair and tipped her face up to mine. “I need one more kiss.”

She melted into me, and the passion on her lips was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. Though I wasn’t nearly ready to let her go, I forced myself to break the kiss. For a long moment I stared down at her, studying her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, remnants of lust sparkling in the blue depths. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a strange feeling taking up residence in my chest. As she pulled away, I knew... this woman was going to wreck my world.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHLOE

Tomorrow turned out to be nine days later. Jason had been called out to work another case, and he'd been busy for the past week and a half. It was a good thing, I supposed; I didn’t want to move too quickly, but I also worried that he had finally found a reason not to date me.

I wondered initially if he’d used work as an excuse to blow me off, and I was pleasantly surprised when he’d called me a little after eleven that first night. Since then he’d called each night before bed, and I could hear the exhaustion weighing down his voice.

It felt awkward at first, but I had to admit I was flattered to know he was thinking about me. I loved talking to him, and though it would've felt strange if it were anyone else, I told him intimate details I’d never shared with anyone else. I told him of my childhood, of all my career plans, and of the ordeal with Wainwright last year.

Sometimes he fell asleep while I was talking, but I didn't mind. He told me that he loved hearing my voice right before he fell asleep, and that was the best feeling in the world. It was crazy to have this connection with someone I'd spent so little time with, but I couldn't help the way I felt.

I'd had my weekly appointment with my counselor yesterday, and we'd spoken about dozens of things: work, resuming normalcy in everyday life... Jason. To my surprise, she was incredibly supportive of my relationship with him. She didn't deem it a case of hero worship as I feared she would; instead, she thought he had a unique perception of my situation since he’d been present at the time.

For nearly an hour, I regaled her with stories of Jason's loyalty, of his apparent feelings for me. I explained how we met, how instrumental he’d been in helping me move on from the abduction and everything that had happened in the aftermath. We delved more deeply into my emotions in that one hour than I had in the past year. With the warning to take things slow and listen to my heart, she encouraged me to foster the relationship, promising that we would talk about it more next week.

For some reason, as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror fixing my hair and makeup, I felt unaccountably nervous. Jason promised he had a day off today, and he'd asked to take me on another date. Instead, I'd offered to cook. My stomach flipped when the buzzer sounded from the foyer.

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