Page 110 of Finding Our Reality

Before Laura called out that night, I was ready to give myself to him. Ready to break down the fortress I built around me so long ago. And he wanted it too.

He wanted to take from me. He wanted to give to me.

He wantedme.

And then… he found out about Reality.

I honestly have no idea where that leaves us. I lied to him. For years. I have no idea if he’ll ever forgive me.

Does he want me? He’s touched my thigh, he’s kissed my temple, he’s let me caress his back.

Was that all just comfort? Or attraction?

History? Or future?

He opens my door and offers his hand. When my skin touches his, my stomach twists in knots. I shut the door, but he doesn’t move out of my way. I lean back against the truck. I’m wearing a tank top, and my bare shoulders stick against the window. Stepping forward, he traps me, eclipsing my body with his. He lifts his arms, gripping the roof of the truck. My eyes run the length of his body, charting every thick band of muscle.

Just like this.

We were standing just like this the very first time he kissed me. The very first time his lips found mine.

But he doesn’t kiss me now.

He’s not doing anything.

My eyes grow wide and I blink. The silence feels heavy, like a weighted blanket, suffocating me. I need to fill the silence. “Tell me something. Something no one else knows.”

His gaze darts down my body and back up, pausing at my breasts, pausing at my lips, before finally settling on my eyes. “I’m an asshole. You’ve been through so much. I made your life hell. I wanted to do the right thing, but instead, I did the wrong thing. After all you’ve been through, you should hate me. But I don’t want you to hate me. I want you to wrap your arms around me, I want you to kiss me, I want you to spread your legs for me.”

My breath quickens, spurting from my chest in short, shallow convulsions.

He licks his lips. “I want you to spread your legs so I can bury myself deep inside you. I wanna feel your hot pussy around me. I wanna hear you scream. I wanna make you come so hard you completely forget the pain I caused you.”

He takes a step closer, rubbing his hard erection across my body. I shudder in delight.

“I’ve waited twelve long years to be inside of you, and I don’t think I can wait another second. I’m dying.” He leans down,brushing his lips across the shell of my ear. “So, see, like I said, I’m an asshole.”

He slowly leans back, giving me some space. He’s still looming over me, but he’s given me enough space to make my own decision.

But my decision was already made. A long time ago. On the back porch of a drug dealer’s trailer.

I reach for him, grabbing wildly, blinded by my own crushing desire. The moan leaving my lips is feral, animalistic. I need him. I need him more than I need air to breathe.

And he doesn’t need more of an invitation than that.

He grabs the back of my head and crashes his mouth against mine. Instantly, the stress, pain, and grief of last night and tonight drain from my body. He absorbs it, takes it from me, shoulders the burden himself. The sensation of his tongue in my mouth sends waves of carnal pleasure shooting low in my stomach. My panties dampen and my clit throbs.

My hands slide underneath his shirt, roaming over every inch of his taut skin. When my fingers wrap around the firm V-shaped muscles of his hips, I tug his groin against me. I rise to my tiptoes.

Friction.

I need friction.

A low growl purrs from his throat. Grabbing my ass, he effortlessly lifts me from the ground, spinning me around as he turns. I hook my ankles around him. Pulling his lips from mine, he peers over my shoulder and starts walking to the house.

My mind races with excitement. This is happening. This isactuallyhappening.

Concern immediately floods my mind, and I scramble down from his arms. “Stop. Let me down. Ry. Stop.”

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