Page 38 of Twisted Fate

The air crackled between us as the tension coiled and snapped. We were a live wire, ready to explode with the tiniest spark. “Vance,” I breathed, and that was his undoing.

He pressed me against the door, his hard body pushing into me as he sealed his lips over mine. His kiss was punishing and urgent, a need that wouldn’t be denied. I opened for him, letting his tongue dip inside. One hand wove into my hair, angling my head perfectly for his invasion.

He reached behind me to open the bedroom door, and we tumbled inside. Kicking it closed, he lifted me into the air, and my legs went around his waist. I moaned when his rock-hard erection slid against my core. This spurred him on, and he gripped my ass harder, grinding his cock into me. I squirmed in his arms, and he groaned into my mouth.

Vance carried me across the room and lowered me onto the bed. Tearing his lips from mine, he leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. I snaked my hands around his neck as his mouth found mine again, but it didn’t stay there. My back arched off the bed as his lips moved down my neck and to the swells of my breasts. His tongue skated over the lace edge of my bra, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

I needed more. My body was on fire for him. It had been so long since I’d felt desire this strong, since I’d been able to let my guard down enough to indulge in the pleasure of a man’s touch. But Vance made me feel safe, and in that cocoon of safety, I was able to let go.

My hands skimmed over Vance’s shoulders before snaking into his hair. I held him to me as he pulled the sleeve of my dress down my arm and sucked my nipple through the lace covering my breast. I cried out, my hips bucking wildly. He tugged the other side down, exposing both breasts. The thin material of my bra did little to conceal the turgid pink tips.

He slowly worked his way down my body, peppering kisses along my abdomen until he reached the hem of my dress where it pooled around my hips. He sat back on his haunches and took me in, his eyes settling on the matching panties that did little to hide what lay beneath.

My pulse thrummed in my ears as he lifted his hooded gaze to mine, his blue eyes burning with desire. For only a moment, he wavered, conflicting emotions dancing over his face. Before he could back out, before he could stop this, I leaned up and tore my dress over my head. I unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. He needed to know I wanted this, that there wasn’t any doubt on my side. His eyes fell closed briefly, and he swallowed hard. When they opened again, they were dark and full of need.

Hooking his fingers inside the waistband, he dragged the lace down my legs. Once I was bare to him, he slowly worked his way up, feathering kisses up the inside of my thigh. His lips trailed up my hip and across my abdomen as he skirted the spot where I needed his mouth the most. I shimmied beneath him, searching for the much-needed contact. His lips curled against my skin, and I fisted my hands in the blanket to keep from screaming in frustration. Finally, he kissed his way down the center, and the moment his tongue met my clit, I nearly shot off the bed. He gripped my thighs to pin me in place, his fingers digging into my skin. Heat built in my lower belly as he swirled and flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He brushed a finger over my entrance, testing how ready I was, and found me dripping wet. He easily slid inside, a second finger joining the first soon after. They stroked my inner walls, coaxing my climax forward as his tongue continued its tortuous motion. I came hard, spearing my fingers in his hair as I gasped his name.

I released him, my arms falling limp to my sides. That had been… Wow. I couldn’t remember a time when a man made me feel like that. I’d been too tense to enjoy intimacy after Charlie was born, and before… Well, no one else had been that invested in my pleasure.

Vance worked his way back up my body. He brought his lips down on mine and settled his hips between my legs, flexing them forward. My breath left me in a woosh as his erection brushed against my sensitive flesh. He kissed me hard as my mouth opened, granting him access.

Suddenly he pulled back and pressed his forehead against mine as he let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t have any condoms.”

I wasn’t surprised. He was married— correction, he’dbeenmarried—and hadn’t needed to worry about them for a long time. I swallowed hard at that thought. I was in my cousin’s house with her husband’s lips on mine. Even though she was gone, a pang of guilt still speared through my chest and settled in my gut. Betrayal mingled with the guilt, and I nearly pushed him off me. She hadn’t even been gone a year. Was it too soon to engage in any type of a relationship with him? So many questions and worries swirled around in my head, but they faded away when he cupped my face and gently brought his lips down on mine. The kiss was slow, almost loving like things were winding down. But I wasn’t ready for this to be over.

I finally remembered that I’d armed myself with supplies when I decided to start dating again and nearly wept with joy.

“I have some,” I replied sheepishly. “In my clutch.” I didn’t know where it was. I’d dropped it somewhere between the hallway and the bed. Vance scrambled off the bed, and I chuckled. He’d been given the green light and wasn’t wasting any time.

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Vance

The bedside lampprovided just enough light for me to locate Delilah’s clutch a few feet from the door. I bent to retrieve it, and when I stood to face her, my breath hitched. Delilah lay sprawled on the bed, propped up on her elbows as she watched me with eager anticipation. Her supple breasts were on full display as her long, tan legs rubbed together. Her eyes flared as I took a step toward her, flicking open the button on my jeans as I went. Gaze dipping lower, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as I dragged the zipper down.

When I reached the foot of the bed, I handed her the clutch and pushed my pants down my legs as she dug out a foil packet. She lifted her gaze, and her eyes widened at the sight of my arousal. She swallowed hard as her eyes raked over me, and a satisfied grin spread over my features.

Plucking the condom from her fingers, I tore open the packet and rolled it on. She relaxed onto the pillow, and I crawled over her, settling my hips between hers. I skimmed my nose up her neck and nuzzled into her, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and I pulled back to look at her. She was absolutely stunning. Soft, dark tendrils of hair fanned across the pillow. Her crystal blue eyes were soft and hooded as they dropped to my mouth. She licked her plump, pink lips, tempting me to take them in a searing kiss. I covered her mouth with mine as I brushed the head of my cock against her entrance. Pulse thrumming in my ears, I rocked against her. She was warm and slick and just as ready as I was.

Her legs came around my back, and I sank into her slowly, inch by inch, my eyes never leaving hers. She gasped, and I retreated, pushing in deeper with my next thrust. Soon her gasps turned into moans, and I buried my face in her neck as I grasped for control. I wanted to draw this out, to make it last, but fuck she felt too good. And it had been so long. If I wasn’t careful, this would be over in a matter of minutes.

I braced myself and focused on her pleasure as I found my rhythm. A low sound rumbled up her throat when my tongue darted out to taste her skin. I peppered kisses along her neck and jaw before finding her mouth again. Snaking one hand into her hair, I kissed her hard, pouring every ounce of yearning I’d felt over the past few months into the kiss. It was long overdue. I was tired of fighting it. I didn't have the strength to resist her any longer.

I pulled back and stared into her eyes. She was exquisite with her kiss swollen lips, flushed skin, and sex mussed hair. She brought her hand up to cup my face, and I turned into her touch, pressing a kiss to her palm. Somehow, that gentle brush of my lips against her hand felt more intimate than anything else we’d done.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said, the words spilling from my lips before I could stop them.

“Vance,” she whispered, and the sound was nearly my undoing. Her hand fell to my shoulder, and her eyes fluttered closed, her back arching off the bed. She was close. Her body tightened around me, and I groaned.

My fingers danced over her skin as I gently trailed them down her neck and to her breast, cupping it around the tightened peak. I lowered my mouth and closed my lips over the tender bud and flicked my tongue over it. She sucked in a breath when I grazed my teeth over her nipple and lightly bit down.

I dropped my hand to where our bodies were joined and found her clit, circling it with my thumb. She cried out as her orgasm crested, and her legs clamped down harder on my hips. Her inner muscles squeezed me like a vice, sending me over the edge.

My arms gave out, and I collapsed next to her, panting. Delilah’s lips curled in a blissful smile. I rolled over and sat up to hide my triumphant smirk as I removed the condom and discarded it in the wastebasket.

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