Page 62 of Hard To Leave

Every cell in my body awakened from his words alone. I wanted him so damn bad I was having a hard time standing. “I’m not teasing you.”

He raised his brow with a smile. “Oh, I think you enjoy teasing me.” He pinched my nipple so hard it felt like a punishment. He leaned in close, so close that his lips were practically touching mine. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you checking out my friend back there in my house.”

I pulled back, staring into his deep blue eyes. I wanted to laugh because I knew he was teasing, but there was also a small part that wasn’t. My fingers grazed along his cheek. “Just because I find another man attractive doesn’t mean I want him. You are all the man I could ever need.”

His mouth came down onto mine. His kiss was frantic, filled with so much desire and intensity that I couldn’t think straight. The warm summer breeze caressed my skin as my jacket fell open. His mouth moved down to my neck kissing its way on to my shoulder. “It’s crazy how much I love you. You know that?” he whispered.

I shivered under his touch. “Can we please get the hell out of here now?”

He grabbed my hand and quickly got us both buckled into the car. We probably broke every speed limit and ran every stop sign imaginable on my way to my house.

The second my front door slammed shut, I was pushed up against the wall. My jacket was gone, and his hands were on me so fast I barely had time to catch my breath. His lips traveled across my skin, lavishing me while he sucked, lapped and took the fire that was burning its way through veins. He pulled back and lifted his shirt over his head. Every peak and valley was firm and hard and all mine.

His pants hit the floor, and I wanted to cry out in relief. I was ready to combust. I folded my legs along his waist and dug my heels into his ass. His hips rocked into me.

“Are you ready for me?”

My fingers gripped his hair. “I’m always ready for you,” I whispered as he drove into me with a force that shook my walls and had my heart rattling in my chest.

Each thrust became faster; each push went deeper until there was nothing left but the sound of skin slapping skin.

I loved feeling him slide in and out me. I loved how his face would tighten with each stroke. How his grip would go stronger, bruising my skin as I moved against him. I loved the sound of his breathing as he pounded into me sending me to a place that I never wanted to come back from.

I came so fast I didn’t have time to appreciate every rough, deliberate touch of his fingers that rolled around my nipple or the feeling of his teeth sinking into my shoulder or the way he exploded into my heat, calling out my name. I felt weightless like I was floating and didn’t want to come back down to earth.

I raked my hands down his back, wishing we could just stay in the moment forever.

He brushed my hair back and stared into my eyes.

I never expected to fall in love again, yet here I was with a man who challenged every doubt I ever had and taught me how to love again. Sometimes it felt like a part of me was always searching for him, and now that I found him, I was never letting go.

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