Page 72 of Promise Me Never

“He grabbed your ass.”

“You saw that?”

“That’s why I went after him.”

I don’t know what to say to that. My mind reels as I try to figure out why without outright asking the reason.

“What did he say to you before I got there?”

“It’s fine.” I pat his hands dry with a towel.

“Tell me.” He adds to the command by cupping my jaw and forcing my eyes to his. I can tell by the set look in them that I’m not getting out here without telling him.

“After I yelled at him for the ass grab he told me that I was too fat for my dress.” He also pinched my belly, but no way in hell am I confessing that.

“That’s bullshit. You were the most beautiful woman in that fucking bar.”

A laugh bubbles free from my chest. “That’s sweet but factually inaccurate.”

His lips flatten into an annoyed line, and I hold up a hand to stop anything he might say.

“I’m average looking, but I also know my value doesn’t lie in my body or face, it’s in my mind.”

“No.”

“No?” I allow him to pull me off the counter.

“Your value isn’t just in your mind. It’s in your heart, in your laughter, in the endless well of empathy you have for everyone. And it’s all wrapped in the most beautiful package I’ve ever seen.”

He grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it over my head. He tosses it aside as if it personally offended him. His hand reaches around my back and unhooks my bra, tossing it aside the same way. I look down between us, noting his erection begging to be freed.

I unbutton his jeans and push them, along with his boxer briefs, down his legs. Heat gathers in my center as I watch him kick aside his clothes as impatiently as he tossed mine away. He plants his palms on the counter, pinning me between his arms.

His lips graze mine, and I drag a hungry breath into my lungs. I love when he teases me. He presses me back until my shoulders meet the cool surface of the mirror. His eyebrows furrow as his eyes settle on the bruise blooming on my stomach from the pinch.

“When did you get this?” Danger bleeds through expression.

I part my lips, but no words come out.

“This is new.” I see him racking his mind for a time where I could have gotten a bruise there.

“He pinched my belly when he said it.” I cover the bruise with my hand. “It doesn’t hurt.”

He pushes my hand away and leans down over me. At first I think he’s going to kiss my bruise the way I kissed his, but then he sucks the skin into his mouth. I feel the anger seething within his body as he erases the asshole’s mark and covers it with his own. He sucks and nips at my flesh while his fingers find their way to my pussy.

He groans against me as he sinks his fingers inside me, gliding effortlessly because I’m already so wet. My head falls back, but I keep my eyes on him. The sight of his mouth latched onto me while watching his fingers move in and out of me, filling the bathroom with my whimpers and his little growls. My orgasm builds out of nowhere, heat coursing through my body in hot waves of pleasure.

He doesn’t unlatch his mouth from my flesh until the final tremors of my orgasm abate. I feel boneless as he slides me off the counter and spins me until I’m facing the mirror. He positions me the way he wants, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Hold on, Sunbeam.”

He notches his tip at my entrance pushing all the way inside on one thrust. His lips part as I feel him pulse deep within me. Then he grips my hip and pulls nearly all the way out. I cry out when he pushes back in, pressure building as he reaches around me to tease my clit with his free hand. I lift one of my legs onto the edge of the counter, opening myself for deeper penetration.

“Fuck,” he groans as he hits even deeper on the next thrust. “Nothing feels as good as you, Sunbeam.”

“Harder,” I beg. My head falls as I brace myself for more.

“No.” His hand disappears from my clit and cups my chin instead. “Look in my eyes. I want you to feel me with everything. Your body.” Thrust. “Your mind.” Thrust. “Your fucking soul.”

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