Page 85 of Broken Instrument

“I mean it. Come here. Let me kiss you again.”

She lifts her lips to mine, and I lean closer, kissing her. Tasting her. Craving her now more than ever.

It’s funny.

It never gets old with Hadley. Kissing her. Her little whimpers. The way her knees go weak, and she leans into me.

Cupping her cheek, I tilt her head back a little more and dip my tongue into her mouth. The same whimper I’d been searching for vibrates up her throat as her hands slip around my waist as if her knees might give out at any second. Just like I predicted.

My erection presses into the soft swell of her stomach, and she moans, making me twitch against her. Her hands are unsure as she glides them up my shirt, lifting the cotton material up until my head pops out the other side.

“I wanna feel close to you,” she begs. “Please.”

“I’m here, Hads.” Our clothes are strewn across the floor in five seconds flat before my hands are on her again. I swear, her curves mold perfectly against me, and I cup her heavy breasts, teasing her nipples until they’re hard peaks as I guide her toward the bed.

My skin feels hot, and sweat clings to the back of my neck as I pump my cock in my hand and look down at the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

She squirms under my gaze and chews on her lower lip, a light blush spreading across her cheeks. Like she’s shy. Innocent. Freaking adorable. And so damn perfect it hurts.

“You should stop staring and come kiss me,” she murmurs, her tongue gliding across her bottom lip.

“You should let me make love to you.”

The lust in her eyes softens, replaced with genuine affection. It makes my chest feel tight as she peeks up at me again through her red-rimmed lashes. “You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to push you.”

“You’ve pushed me in more ways than I could’ve ever imagined, Hads. But only for the better. Always for the better.” I climb onto the bed, bracing myself on either side of her and kissing her button nose. The heat from our bare bodies pressing together is like an inferno. And I love it. The heat. The way she feels against me. The light, shallow breaths skimming across my bare skin as she waits for me to take this to the next level.

A bead of sweat drips down my neck as I slide my hand between us and find her center hot and ready. Gently, I push my finger inside her, teasing her clit then massaging the little bundle of nerves inside her wet pussy. I drop my forehead to her shoulder. Shit. She’s so tight. So wet. So ready.

With a moan, she grinds herself against my hand, desperate for more friction. More pressure. And while I know I could get her there with my fingers or mouth, I want it to be my cock pushing her over the edge this time.

I need it.

Again, I devour her mouth, tasting her and committing this moment to memory because it’s one I want to remember for the rest of my life, and I’ve never been more ready to claim her as my own.

When she’s a squirming mess beneath me, I murmur, “Let me grab a condom,” and shift toward the nightstand.

Her thighs clench down on me, keeping my hand caught between them as her greedy fingers tangle into my short hair and pull me closer.

“I’m on the pill, Fen. And right now, I don’t think I can handle anything being between us.”

My forehead wrinkles as I look down at her beneath me. “You sure?”

She nods and kisses me again, the muscles in her thighs relaxing as she opens up to me. “Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I settle between them and line myself up with her entrance, waiting for my addiction to crash into me at any second.

But it doesn’t.

I don’t need a pill, or a drink, or a powder, or a vial of anything. I only need her. More than I’ve needed anything else in my entire life.

As if she can read my mind, Hadley cups my cheeks and forces me to look at her. “I’m right here, Fen. Just like all the other times. You say the word, and we stop. No questions asked. We’ll cuddle and watch Dumb and Dumber or something, okay? I’m here. And I love you––”

Her words catch in her throat, turning into a soft whimper as I push myself inside of her.

Shit, she feels good. All warm and wet and tight around me. With my forehead pressed to hers, I catch my breath and try to maintain an ounce of control so I don’t split the woman in half with my need.

“You good?” I grunt.

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