Page 72 of Stay with Me

We get to my master bath, then he places me on my feet as he rids himself of his clothes. Once he steps out of his shoes and jeans, I’m on my knees in front of him. As bad as I ache to have him inside me, I want to taste him on my tongue more.

“Fuck, Rem,” he hisses as I start to suck him vigorously.

I don’t even think to ask him if he’s been with anyone else. The thought alone makes me work him harder, rolling my neck and stroking him as I get him soaked and wet. She will never bring him to his knees the way I can.

“Shit, baby. Fuck, I’ve missed your ass too,” he groans.

I look up through my lashes at him as he tugs his shirt up and off. The play of his abs and muscles has my juices flowing. He cups my face and looks into my eyes.

I deep throat him, and that’s his breaking point. He pulls from my mouth and lifts me from the floor. I’m back around his waist as he steps into the shower.

“You have something to tell me before I slide inside you?”

I know what he’s asking. Have I slept with anyone else? The hard look in his eyes says he might be just as jealous as I am.

“No. Do you?”

I cry out as he impales me. He consumes my lips as he thrusts in and out of me. When the water starts to cascade down onto us, I remember that we’re in the shower.

Knight has his hands everywhere as my skin turns slick from water and sweat. He breaks the kiss to place his forehead to mine. The feeling is so intense.

I claw at his back and gasp for air as he bangs the hell out of my pussy. His breath fans my lips and it’s like I can taste him—the true essence of him. I’m inhaling his soul.

It’s so overwhelming. This isn’t the fucking we normally do. Each thrust has a purpose. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his aim is to claim every part of me.

I cup his face and kiss him as he supports my weight. This was foolish of me. Like poking the bear. I’m on the verge of telling him that I love him, but I choke the words back.

“Knight, please,” I plea.

I don’t know what for. Maybe for him to show me he’s safe. Or for him to tell me he loves me so I can unload this burden.

“Rem,” he groans. “Tell me what you want, baby. You have to tell me.”

I bury my face in his neck. His words have struck deep. I can’t tell him what I want. I’m afraid.

Flashes of the man with the gun aimed at my head enter my mind. Knight crashing into my body to knock me out of the way seems like it’s happening all over again. I start to hyperventilate.

He cups my chin and lifts my face. His gaze is full of concern. He pecks my lips softly as he stills his hips.

“Stay with me,” he says with so much raw emotion.

I cling to the lifeline he offers and ground myself in the moment. He nods and pecks my lips once more. Slowly, he starts to move again. My nails bite into his skin as I get lost in his eyes.

He gives a short nod to his unspoken words. I bite back a sob and slowly return the nod. I say the words without speaking them. It’s all I can give for now.

I’m letting fear get the best of me, but I can see that he understands. He crushes my lips with his, bringing me to a climax slow and easy. My heart betrays me as it calls for him.

I break the kiss and return my face to his neck as he gently makes his way to his own release. He holds me tightly to his chest. The moment he spills inside me tilts our relationship in a new direction.

I’ve never allowed it before, but I cling to him in sated bliss as his warmth fills me. For the first time ever, I feel completely safe in his arms. I wait for that sense of danger, but it never comes.

“I can’t make you promises,” I whisper into his ear.

“You don’t have to,” he pants. “Just stop running.”

“No promises,” I repeat.

He grunts but doesn’t say anymore as he kisses the top of my head. It’s then that I realize my scarf is gone and my braids are getting wet. His ass is lucky I don’t have on my wig.

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