Page 18 of Obsession on Repeat
"I know." Sullivan stopped a few feet from me. "I didn’t leak anything. I didn’t sell you out, and I sure as hell didn’t send my manager to turn you into clickbait. I told him to protect you, not package you."
I stared at him, pulse hammering. "You could’ve told me that you were trying to fix it."
"You wouldn’t have listened." He stepped closer. "I didn’t plan for any of this to happen. I didn’t expect to meet someone like you, but here we are. I’m not going to let some headline rewrite what this could turn out to be for us."
I watched him, unsure if I wanted to yell at him or lean into him. Maybe a little of both. "I don’t trust easily. You already know that. I’m not great at… this."
"You don’t have to be great at it. You just have to let it be real."
I exhaled, the fight draining out of me. "I didn’t want to care about you."
He smiled, the expression soft and a little sad. "I know." He reached for me, slow and deliberate, giving me the chance to stop him.
I didn’t.
"You’re driving me crazy, pushing me away, and I’m not letting you anymore."
His arms wrapped around me, and I folded into him.
He kissed me like he was afraid I’d disappear. My hands collided with his, and somehow through our daze, we managed to discard our shirts onto the floor. I smiled into the next kiss, squealing as he gathered me into his arms and strode into my bedroom. He tossed me on the bed, and I scrambled back all elbows and feet, watching him struggle with the belt of his jeans.
"Here. Let me." I slid forward to grab the buckle, forcefully unzipping his jeans, and yanking the fabric past his hips.
He knocked my hands away, shoving me lightly, so he could cover my body with his on the bed. We kissed again, and I shivered at the feeling of his hands sliding up my bare stomach to cup my breasts. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my hips.
"Be patient." He dipped his head to kiss my collarbone, trailing wetness down my chest. "Damn, be patient, Rory."
"Screw patience." I slipped my hand under the hemline of his boxers to cup him, and he jerked his hips in response, swearing into the silence of the room.
"Minx." He broke away to smile down at me and pressed his hips against mine. He chuckled as I groaned at the feeling of his length against my thigh. "You enjoy being a tease?"
"Like you don’t." I wrapped my fingers around him, moving my hand slowly up and down his length. "You actso innocent, but you don’t fool me." I raised my head to hover my lips beside his ear. "Fuck me."
He rolled off slightly, and I followed, moving to unsnap my bra and toss it to the floor. My next move to assist him with his boxers was halted by his hands, his hot gaze lingering on the sight of my naked breasts.
"What is it?"
"You’re so beautiful."
I blushed. "Sullivan…"
"No." He wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pressed them to the bed beside my head. "Let me … Fuck, let me look."
I wiggled under his gaze, a look of awe crossing his features. "Come on, you’re too old to be seeing this for the first time."
He snorted, smile deepening. "No, I’ve seen breasts before, but…" He swallowed, and I froze as he bent his head, his lips brushing against my already rock-hard nipples.
"Sullivan!"
His answer was nonverbal, his tongue slipping out to slide across one nipple, and I cried out, my legs tightening around his waist. He ignored me, taking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing it with careful attention. I squeezed my eyes shut at the shot of heat that roared through me, words pouring from my mouth that made absolutely no sense.
"Please." As if answering my prayer, he lifted his hips. My hands quickly yanked down his boxers, tossing them to the side before finding my own panties and jerking them down my legs.
Skin to skin, we rolled back onto the bed. My move to grab him again was stopped, my wide gaze meeting his. He kept our eyes locked as he crawled slowly down my body, kissing every inch of skin.
"What are…"
He placed his hands underneath the back of my thighs, pressing my legs upwards, so I had no choice but to lay my feet flat on the bed, my knees bent. My words were lost when I felt his warmth breath span my wet lips, my need already soaking me to the point I felt it drip down my thighs.
