Page 48 of Rewrite Our Story

She nods her head, her eyes fluttering shut. Her features soften, the sadness almost disappearing from her face. It doesn’t completely go away. There’s still a hint of it when she focuses on me.

I do the only thing I can. I lean in to kiss her, hoping that the connection of our bodies can clear the hurt from our hearts. At least for right now.

Mare clings to me, kissing me with everything she has. I meet her pace with the same desperate need for her. When her hips roll against mine, I can’t fight how much I want to feel even closer to her.

Pulling my lips from hers, I kiss along her neck. When her head falls back, letting out a loud moan as my teeth graze the tender skin of her neck, I know that if she pushed for us to take the next step tonight, I wouldn’t be able to say no.

My lips hover over her collarbone, my eyes focusing on the small red mark I left on her neck from my teeth. I’m an ass for thinking it, but I want to keep that mark on her forever, so Brendan and any man brave enough to look at the girl that’s always been mine knows that she’s taken.

“Cade,” Mare pants when my palm skirts over her breast.

My resolve breaks. I nip at her neck once again, my thumb brushing over her peaked nipple underneath her T-shirt. She moans, her hips bucking against me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she feels my growing cock pressed against her center.

“This okay?” I ask, my voice breaking with lust.

She hurriedly nods. “More than okay,” she rushes to get out. “This is what I’ve wanted for so long.”

Her words encourage me. Slipping my hand beneath her cotton shirt, I marvel at the way her soft skin feels against my fingertips. Her stomach muscles tighten as my hand snakes up her shirt. When I make it to the edge of her cotton sports bra, she gasps in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I mutter against her shoulder. My thumb slips underneath her bra, testing the feel of the swell of her breast against it.

Her back arches when I roughly swipe it over her nipple, my mind memorizing every sound and movement that comes from her.

“Can I see you?” I ask, my tone desperate with need. I want to see every part of Mare, to commit every curve and bare inch of her skin to memory.

Mare doesn’t use words to answer. She separates her body just enough from mine to grab the bottom of her T-shirt. She hurriedly tugs it up and over her head, tossing it to the side. Keeping eye contact with me, she grabs the bottom of her sports bra. Slowly, she pulls the fabric up, taking her time revealing her perfect pink nipples to me.

“Is this what you wanted?” she whispers, watching me carefully.

I’m stunned by her beauty, by how perfect she is. Her breasts are heavy, her nipples peaked, and waiting for my attention. “Yes,” I answer. “And this.” Leaning in, I test the weight of her breast in my hand, loving how it fills my palm perfectly. My breath hits her sensitive flesh, causing her to let out a small sigh of pleasure.

The sigh turns into a loud moan when my tongue glosses over the peaked flesh. I take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue circling it as she pushes her hips against me. Her hands tug at my hair, encouraging me to keep going. My free hand plays with the other nipple, making sure they both get the attention they deserve.

Pulling away, I lay a kiss to Mare’s lips, letting our tongues lazily push against one another like we have all the time in the world. With the stars seeming infinite above us, it really does feel like I can take my time exploring—tasting—every inch of her body.

“Don’t stop,” Mare begs when our lips part. “I want you to make me…” she doesn’t finish, her words falling off as if she’s embarrassed by what she wants.

I grip her face, forcing her to look at me. “You want me to make you what, Goldie?”

Color fills her cheeks. “You know what I want.”

“Maybe.” Quickly, I spin her body so she lays on the blanket, my body hovering over her. I trace over the skin right underneath the bottom of her full breast, the touch making her entire body break out in a shiver of pleasure. “But I want you to say it. Tell me what you want and I’ll fucking do it.”

“I want you to make me come, Cade. I want to know what it feels like when you do it.”

My head rears back for a moment, jealousy flaring through my body. “When I do it? Opposed to someone else?”

She smiles at my words, reaching up to run her thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re really hot when you’re jealous.”

“Mare, so help me god if another man has touched you—tasted you—” I say through gritted teeth—“then they’re as good as fucking dead.”

She playfully bites her lip, clearly amused by how fucking crazy she’s made me at the thought of someone else intimately knowing what’s mine.

“I’ve come before, Cade,” she whispers. “But it was only with my own hand—from thoughts ofyou.”

Fuck. My cock pulses in my jeans, begging to be touched by her. I’m so fucking hard from her words. At the look in her eyes as she watches me expectantly. At the thought of her coating my tongue. “It seems it’s time for you to find out how much better it is when it’smemaking you come.”

My knuckle brushes over her bare skin above her jeans. I draw out the moment, wanting to take my time with her, as I slowly undo her button and pull down on her zipper. As soon as her jeans are loose, she’s lifting her hips off the blanket, guiding me to peel them off. My hands grab at the fabric on either side of her hips as I slowly pull them down the tops of her thighs. My patience wears thin as I pull the denim down her shins. I toss the jeans to the side, having no interest in needing them for a while.

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