Page 119 of Torn In Two

There wasn’t a hint of sincerity in my voice. The bluff was as empty as it had been ever since we’d come up here.

Hayden chuckled into the swell of my breasts and dragged off my bra straps, flipping the cups down and kissing his way across my skin. “Oh no.”

His tongue rasped over my nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. He switched to the other side, tending to that breast as sweetly as he had the first, building my nipples into stiff, needy peaks that begged for more.

He delivered. He raised my breasts to his mouth, alternating between long licks and sucks with his mouth, and tweaks and pinches between his thumb and forefinger.

Like they had a mind of their own, my hips rocked over his, and I leaned back, supporting my weight by holding on to his knees, offering him better access to my body.

He groaned at the sight of me like that, face and breasts pointed toward the roof, hair dangling down my back, hips slow winding, a sensual tease of what was to come. “You’re always beautiful. But fuck.” He kissed the soft, flabby skin across my belly that was deeply scarred with the evidence of having carried a child. “Confidence looks good on you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as sexy as you are right now. Lift your skirt, sweetheart. Need to feel your hips move like that while I’m inside you.”

I moaned at the thought of him penetrating me. At the thought of the long, slow slide into my body while his heated gaze burned a path across my skin.

I raised myself up, all weight in my knees, craning my neck so my head didn’t hit the roof.

Hayden dropped the passenger seat all the way back so it lay almost flat. He watched me intently as I raked up my skirt so it bared my thick thighs and all the cellulite I’d tried to hide. I didn’t care anymore. Not tonight.

He wanted me just the way I was. He always had. Hawk, too. It had been me who’d had the problem with it.

Hayden’s fingers brushed the inside of my thighs as he undid his fly and dragged his jeans and underwear down low enough to expose his cock. He was already hard, thick, and straining toward me, like his dick knew where it was supposed to be and what it was supposed to do without any guidance from his hands.

I tugged my panties to one side, knowing it would be too hard to get them off in the confined space.

I couldn’t wait.

I wanted him.

I’d always wanted him.

I swiped the head of his cock through the wet arousal pooling between my folds. Coated him in it while he hissed in pleasure.

“Ride me, Kara,” he groaned, fingers digging into the flesh at my hip. “Sink your sweet, wet pussy down on my dick and ride me before I fucking come all over myself just staring at you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. I was already on my way.

We both shouted when I dropped down onto him, his dick a thick spear of pleasure inside me, stretching me wide at the base. I rocked my hips, getting some friction for my clit, grinding over his pubic bone, feeling the delicious scratch to his hair, before rising up to sink back down deep.

I slid my hands along his stomach and chest, taking his hoodie with me. I didn’t bother taking it off him, it was too difficult in the cramped space, and it wasn’t necessary for what I needed. But I delighted in the hard ridges of his abs and pecs, so completely different to the softness of my thighs either side of him.

I kissed his mouth, tangling my tongue with his, and sliding up and down his erection. His hands trailed from my back to my ass, holding on tight, not controlling or even guiding my movements because tonight was mine.

Mine to control. Though I doubted I was suddenly about to become dominant in the bedroom, I liked the expression on his face, the sweet agony where he was barely inside me, the torturous wait before I plunged back down, offering him relief from the need building behind his eyes.

He kissed every inch of me he could get his mouth to, craning into odd positions to touch and suck my breasts, his lips trailing hot, sweaty paths up my inner arms. Every now and then his hand grasped the back of my neck, hauling me down so he could kiss my mouth. Stealing my breath in passionate kisses that would have fueled my dreams for a lifetime if I didn’t have him right there beside me to act them out in person.

Every time he did that, he loosened his grip on my neck, like he’d remembered that tonight, he didn’t get to be the one calling the shots.

At least not all the shots.

I was there for those deep, drugging kisses as much as he was. They connected a part of me to him that wasn’t physical. They cemented that feeling that had always been there between us.

The one that felt like coming home when I was near him. That felt like peace and calm when the rest of the world felt out of control.

It was him I needed tonight. Him I needed while my clit sang the pleasures of friction, sending an orgasm ripping through my body. I shuddered and shook around his erection buried deep inside me. My inner walls clamped down on him, holding him as tight as the fingers I had tangled in his hair.

He groaned into my mouth as his orgasm took hold. His fingers bit into my flesh in the most delicious way, and he whispered all the sweet words I’d spent years dreaming of hearing him say.

That he saw me.

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