Page 100 of InfraRed

I need her, but she needs me just as much.

Slowly, I lead her backward until her back hits the tile, and fall tomy knees before her. I look up, meeting her eyes through my wet lashes. Her hand reaches out, stroking softly over my face.

She is seeking comfort, but she is giving it, too.

I part her legs, hooking one over my shoulder. My eyes never leave hers as I kiss her pussy slow and deep. I want to drown in her essence as I lick and lave until her muscles quake around me. She explodes on my tongue as soft whimpers fall from her perfect mouth.

When her trembling comes to a stop, I stand, bringing our mouths together once again as I lift her from the ground. Her legs wrap around me as I line myself up with her entrance. Deep inside her feels like home. I want to stay like this forever.

I rock slowly into her body, feeling every inch of her hug every inch of me. Getting deep enough is impossible.

Leaning back just a little, I watch as I slide in and out of her body, my chest tightening with each stroke that joins us. She looks where I do, and her walls clench around me.

I continue until her cries pour from her lips again as she falls over the edge. I wait until her orgasm subsides, ensuring to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body, refusing to miss a second, then set her on the ground and pull out, releasing myself over her soft skin. Seeing her covered in me is beautiful.

My breathing is hard and heavy as I prop an arm next to her head and lean against the wall. I bury my face in her wet skin, inhaling her scent while wishing I could wrap her in a bubble.

“Are you okay?” Her sweet voice makes my chest ache as I lift from the wall to look at her.

My brows pinch as I cup her face. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She shrugs, biting her lip, looking worried for me. It is so Casey, and I love her for it while wanting to strangle her for it. “You’re here with me. I couldn’t be better. Areyouokay?”

My heart clenches when a heavy sigh escapes her. Her eyes slide away from mine for a moment, and I fight my instinct to force them back, knowing I have to let her have her minute. When they meet mine again, they swim with so much it makes me dizzy. “I know I shouldn’t be,” she whispers as her fingers trailed absently over my chest. “But I am. I am because I’m with you. Does that make me awful?”

“No, baby.” I kiss her forehead and then press mine to it. “It doesn’t make you awful at all.” She nods, her eyes growing heavier by the second. “Let’s get you dried off and in bed.”

Two hours later, she’s sleeping soundly, but I couldn’t sleep if you paid me. My mind is a battlefield replaying the moment she fell to the ground on a loop. I also know Liam is probably still in the living area of my suite, waiting for answers.

I dig through my suitcase, grabbing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I pull them on and then slip through the door as quietly as possible.

Liam sits on the sofa, knee bouncing rapidly while Maddox leans against the wall with a bottle of water in his hand. Their attention jerks to me. Liam looks ready to explode, but if he tries, he’ll have a matching bruise for the massive purple one on his jaw. If anyone wakes her, I’ll put my fist through their face.

I walk to the minibar, grabbing the bottle of Macallan I ordered for the room when I made the reservation. I don’t even fuck around for a glass, putting the bottle straight to my mouth.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not in a suit,” Maddox comments as he waves his bottle over my form. “At least not since high school. Nice tattoo.” He grins. I think he’s trying to lighten the mood. Though it’s possible he’s stirring shit given the one he’s pointing at.

I extend my arm, revealing the sunflower decorating my innerbicep, and nod. “One of my favorites,” I admit, then turn my eyes toward Liam who fumes. “You may as well see this one, too,” I say, knowing, in this shirt, it peeks from the collar, so we may as well get it over with. I tug it away so he can see where her name stretches from my collarbone to the tip of my shoulder. “Get it out of your system. But I warn you, if your voice rises above fifty decibels, I will shut you up. I want her to sleep.”

His eyes dart to the room I just came out of, then back to me. Whatever momentary anger he had vanishes, replaced with concern. “Is she okay?”

I turn the bottle of Scotch to my lips once again, take another large swig, and nod. “Better than you would expect under the circumstances.”

A relieved exhale falls from his lips as he scrubs his face with a nod. “Can someone just tell me what the fuck happened? Please.”

I look at Maddox, surprised he said nothing. He shrugs. “I didn’t know enough to tell. I only got the shorthand version when I interrupted a conversation between Will, Christian, and Bastian. I was eavesdropping because I want to know why the fuck Bastian has been in town.”

“He’s your brother. Doesn’t he visit?”

“Not without his wife.”

A knock at the door interrupts us. Maddox walks to it and pulls it open. Henry walks in with Will and Bastian. “Missing someone?” Maddox asks.

Bastian shakes his head. “Christian is in the room stitching his leg up.” He looks at me and nods toward my arm. “Don’t you need a patch job?”

I look at the nasty graze across my left arm. “Probably.”

“Probably my ass,” Will huffs. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

This is why I can’t fire him. He gives me shit, but he watches my back, too.

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