Page 38 of My Heart To Heal

It’s my turn to swallow now. She’s alone. I’m alone.

‘Oh.’ I nod, and she takes a step this time.

‘Nick,’ She holds my gaze with her bourbon eyes, and I’m frozen, powerless. Whatever she wants, it’s hers.

Her hand raises, her finger hooking in between the buttons on my shirt, and she tugs lightly so I step again, closing the gap between us and taking the opportunity in front of me. Reaching up to the back of her neck, I pull her to me and lower my mouth to hers, and,yes, this. I’m fucking home.

Kissing this woman is otherworldly. I don’t know if it’s her soft, pillowy lips or the way she sighs as though she was waiting for this, for me, or the slow movement of her tongue against mine, but I’m instantly hard and ready to beg for as much as she’s willing to give me.

This kiss is different. As I press her back against the door frame, I feel how different this is to the other night. The first time, we were wound tight, hungry, desperate, relieved. This is more, this is need and desire, but we’re not in a rush — there’s not a child in bed we might wake or uncertainty about what the other one wants. There’s a sureness to thiskiss, and as her fingers find their way into my hair, I bend and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing my body against hers.

‘Nick.’ She gasps as I move my kisses along her jaw and to her neck. ‘God, Nick.’

My fingers creep along the soft skin of her thighs to the edge of her shorts.

‘Wait, wait.’ She breathes hard, and I pull back, doing exactly as she said. ‘I won’t ever be naked with you. I need you to know that.’ I know confusion must be etched on my face because she shakes her head. ‘I need you to just know that, okay? I won’t ever be completely naked, and I don’t want you to try to convince me. I don’t want you to tell me I’m beautiful — I know that I am. I’m not ashamed of my body. I just, I can’t do that, so if you can accept that and promise me you won’t push, we can do this.’

I process her words and understand her boundaries.

‘Yeah, of course.’

‘I’m serious, Nick.’

I lean in and kiss her again, inching my fingers higher to her ass before pulling back and looking down into her expectant eyes.

‘Your place ormine?’

We’re Doing That Again

Nick

‘Fuck.’

I grunt as I get my door open, just as Missy bites down on my ear lobe. Her door was open. We were literally standing in her open doorway and could have been in her bed by now, but when she answered my previous question with a breathless,I don’t give a fuck, something possessive deep inside me needed her in my bed. I need her scent on my pillows.

Gripping the back of her head, I kiss her deeply as muscle memory takes us to my bedroom, and I lower us to my bed. Everything in me wants to rip her shirt off, but she made it clear that ain’t happening, and I’m doing nothing to stop what’s starting here.

Kneeling back, I start to unbutton my shirt, wishing to fuck I had changed into something easier to get off, just as Missy sits up and tears my shirt open. I look at her wide-eyed, and she winks.

‘I’ll get you a new one.’

Shrugging out of my wrecked shirt, I laugh as I lower my body over hers, encouraging her back down to the mattress and kissing her as I start to work her boxers down over her hips.

Missy’s hands reach between us for the button on my jeans, and I pull back, kneeling up between her legs and letting her release the growing pressure behind the denim.

‘Take them off,’ she orders breathily, and I smirk as I stand and point to her boxers.

‘Takethemoff.’

As she shuffles out of her underwear, I push my jeans and boxers down, and she sits up, staring at my painfully hard dick with wide eyes.

‘Yeah, that’ll do.’ She licks her lips, and a laugh bursts out of me.

‘That will do?’ I ask as I move to kneel on the bed once more and she giggles as she lies back. I point to the drawer in my nightstand. ‘Condom.’ I’m still shaking my head as she rolls to the side to grab one, then hands it to me before kneeling up to kiss me and wrapping her hand around my dick. I hiss at the contact, and she strokes as she moves her lips along my jaw and down to my collarbone.

‘I’m sorry.’ She gazes up at me, an innocent expression on her face and nothing but dirty promisein her eyes. ‘I should have said, your cock is beautiful, Nick. Please fuck me with it.’

I shake my head, smirking, and bring the foil packet up to my teeth to rip it open.

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