Page 13 of Wreck Me
“You’re giving me whiplash and I can’t keep up. Earlier today you were insistent about not wanting anything with me. Now you’re asking me to jump in and see where this goes.” My smile slipped as my own words radiated through my mind, replaying themselves. “How am I supposed to trust you won’t wake up in the morning and change your mind again? Or just be gone?”
Carrying me over to my small desk, he sat me down on top of it, placing one hand on either side of me. “You don’t know either of those things won’t be true until we wake up tomorrow morning and I’m still here, still wanting you. But Isla, the power is also in your hands. You could just as easily wake up tomorrow with your mind changed.”
Holding his gaze, I lifted my chin as a smile pulled at my lips. “Well, then, we better make the most of tonight. Just in case.”
CHAPTERNINE
Ibarely had the chance to process her words before her hot lips were pressing soft kisses against my jawline while her hands worked to unlatch the buckle on my pants. The chill of her fingertips against my lower abdomen left a ripple of goosebumps in their wake. I couldn’t bite back the sharp intake of breath when her soft hand wrapped around my cock, setting it free from my briefs. Her urgency took me by surprise and clearly my brain struggled to keep up as I stood before her, hands by my side, unmoving.
Her stride never broke as she began pumping my length from base to tip as she licked and nipped at my neck. A deep groan emulated from my chest, my mind racing to catch up, and I wrapped a fist around her long hair that fell loose at her shoulders.
Yanking her hair back, I met her lips with mine, kissing her recklessly and shaking all thoughts of being a gentleman away.
“I like that you don’t treat me like I’m some fragile little doll, Caleb.” She reached around and placed her hand on top of my hand that firmly held her hair. “I likethis.”
She spread her legs further apart, and I stepped into the curve of her body, filling her space with my form. The heels of her feet pressed into my calves as her back arched. My breathing shallowed at the sight of her body in a perfect bend, and I growled, pulling her hair back harder to allow me access to the side of her neck. I licked it first, then began raking my teeth against the soft skin as I made my way to her jaw. “You like things a little rough, Starlight? I think I can handle that.”
“Can you?” she questioned, floating her hand up my chest. Her fingers braced the column of my neck, wrapping around its front before she dug her nails into my skin. The pressure was just enough to cause a slight tinge of discomfort. Isla pushed her palm deeper into my throat, compressing my Adam’s apple and causing me to release a small cough.
There had never been a time in my life where I could remember being wholeheartedly shocked by something a woman did to me during foreplay, so this was a new experience. The way Isla’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked up at me from below her lashes, and the way her fingertips flexed into my flesh as she strengthened her grasp went straight to my dick she stroked with her other hand. I hadn’t come from a hand job since I was a teenager, but I knew with certainty if she kept going, I’d explode like a firework on the Fourth of July.
Slamming my lips back to hers, I traced the seam of her mouth with my tongue and swallowed her small gasp as I took entry, exploring with swift determination to learn everything that made this woman moan, gasp, whimper, and sigh. Her pleasure was mine and I would learn her body inside and out for even a minuscule fraction of the attention she was currently giving me. I had never been so wound up, so turned on, by a simple touch, but I wasn’t thinking about her touch from the hand holding my cock.
The power she emitted as she wrapped her hand around my throat had the ability to bring me to my knees simply because, through her touch, she showed me everything I had missed when I looked at her initially. Ifelther strength, her determination, her independence. I was catching sight of the real Isla, not the Isla who had been presented to the world on a prim and proper platter. I was seeing the woman behind the facade.
I had been wrong about her. So fucking wrong.
Breaking our kiss, I grabbed onto her wrist and gently pulled it away from my cock as I began to lower myself to my knees in front of her. Her grasp remained firmly on my throat as she watched me through curious eyes until I was fully kneeling on the floor. Her body tilted with mine as she watched, finally letting go and placing her hand on the desk beside her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes trained on mine as she looked down at me from my position on the floor.
“Admitting my wrongs.”
“Didn’t you already do that?”
I nodded. “Yes, but the realization of my mistake is like a neon sign in my face now. I should have never assumed anything about you.”
She looked at me with confusion, her eyebrows shooting up as she peered at me through narrowed eyes. “Huh? Caleb, seriously, I feel like you’re over exaggerating the situation a little. You misjudged, you apologized, and that’s that. Now, get up. You’re being so extra right now.”
“No. I won’t make the same mistakes my father did in thinking he could get away with treating women like shit, like they’re inferior to a man. This is me, on my knees, showing you I haven’t treated you fairly and I recognize it. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”
Once again, her eyes narrowed as she stared at me quietly. Then, before I knew what was happening, her hand whipped out and smacked me upside the head, catching my ear in the process.
“Get up, you overdramatic psycho. Seriously, stand up.” She grabbed my biceps, tugging my upper arms so I had no choice but to follow her lead and stand as she slipped off the desk and stood in front of me. “What is wrong with you? You go from ‘I want no strings, let’s just have some fun’ to ‘let me bow on my knees like a pussy ass bitch.’ Can you just… Be you? Truly. The guy I met in the library who made me think and pushed my limits in a fun and spontaneous way. Bring him back.”
“I… Yeah.” I tucked myself back into my jeans before turning to face the couch, fisting my hair, as I stomped over to it and slumped down. She followed, bouncing down onto it next to me.
Frustration brewed inside me, and embarrassment trickled through my bloodstream. She was right. What was wrong with me?
Truth was, I was absolutely fucking terrible at this. My last girlfriend—myonlygirlfriend—had been junior year of high school. The relationship had been your typical high school boyfriend-girlfriend situation which went absolutely nowhere. Since then, I had thrown myself into working whatever dead-end job I could and focused on school so I could make sure I started earning a living. I didn’t know what I was doing with Isla, not one goddamned bit. I’ve been so hot and cold—all over the place—in the excruciatingly short time I’ve known her. I was surprised she hadn’t kicked me out of her apartment solely based on my erratic behavior.
I was acting like a fucking crazy person.
Running a hand down my face, I massaged my jaw for a moment before turning back to her. “I think I’m just afraid of ruining the one thing in my life that could be good. We could be good, Isla. I’m not used to things going good for me.”
Her eyes flared with heat at my admission, and I decided at that moment we were finished talking. I had ruined the moment earlier, but I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“Take off your pants, Isla,” I commanded, my voice low and thick with a promise. My cock strained against my pants as I watched her tongue dart out to wet her lips before she did as I asked, standing to remove her pants.
