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“I need you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our quickened breathing.
“Say it again.” His voice comes out rough, and I can tell he’s trying to maintain control, but it’s slipping through his fingers like sand.
“I need you more than anything, pretty boy,” I tell him. “I’ve never needed anyone the way I’ve always wanted you.”
“God, Oakley,” he groans between kisses, his voice laden with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me,” I challenge, a newfound boldness surging through me.
Something about tonight, about what he did for me makes this all more important. As his hands explore my breasts, tugging on my nipples, his other hand slithers around my ribcage and down my belly. He moves lower still where his expert fingers find my clit, and I can feel my inhibitions crumbling away.
“Fuck me, Rem.” I whisper, my voice trembling with passion. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Those words are all it takes, and he’s making quick work of getting me out of the tub. His hands never leave some part of my body as he grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips before covering me with another one.
“That tub isn’t big enough for the things I’m going to do to you tonight,” he growls.
Chapter 38
Jeremiah
Ibend down, starting at her feet, and slowly drag the towel upwards so I can dry her off from the bath. Her skin is soft and smells just like the new honeysuckle soap she bought and it’s already fucking with my head.
Her breath hitches as I move the towel up her legs, taking my time to gently pat her inner thighs dry. She’s completely exposed to me, but there’s no hesitation or embarrassment anymore, just complete trust.
I stand, moving behind her to gently dry her back and shoulders. She sighs, leaning into me. My body responds instantly to her softness pressed against me. I brush her damp hair aside, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck.
When I straighten up, her eyes lock with mine, dark and full of desire. She reaches for my hand and guides it to her hair. I twist my fingers into the damp strands, cradling the back of her head.
“I want you,” she whispers. “One more lesson.”
I groan, body already reacting to her words. “Baby, are you sure?”
She nods, a wicked little smile playing on her lips. “I want to use my mouth on you this time. Will you teach me how to make you feel good?”
“Anything you want, bunny.” My voice is ragged, filled with longing. This is the ultimate gift she could give me. To know she trusts me enough to do this, to do something that once traumatized her to what she thought was beyond repair.
She’s been fighting her own demons and claiming back the parts of herself that have been hiding, and I’m so goddamn proud of her.
A wave of possessiveness washes over me at the thought of those perfect lips wrapped around me. No one’s ever made me feel the way she does. I guide her to the bed, heart pounding with need.
Oakley straddles my hips, the slick heat of her rubbing up and down my hard shaft. She pins my wrists above my head, her grip deceptively strong. I groan at the sensation, my body taut with anticipation. I want her to take control, to ravage me until I’m delirious with pleasure and pain.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear. A shiver races down my spine at her words. I’m powerless to resist her, my body and soul hers to command.
“Baby, I’m yours every night.”
Oakley releases my wrists and slides her hands down so her fingers can trace the lines of my abdomen, feather-light touches that set me on edge. I buck my hips, seeking friction, but she pins me in place with her lithe body.
“Patience,” she chides as her gaze rakes over my bare chest, filled with her own lust and possessiveness. She lowers her head and presses a kiss above my heart. “You’re so beautiful, Rem.”
Her words ignite something deep within me. I wrap my arms around Oakley and crush her against me. Our lips meet in a bruising kiss, all the pent-up adrenaline, desire and longing pouring into that single gesture.
We break apart, breathless, our chests heaving. Oakley rests her forehead against mine, her eyes searching my face. I see the depths of her love mirrored in her gaze. In this moment, if she asked me to, I would walk away from it all. This life, my family, everything I know. I would do it without a second thought because this girl eclipses all of that for me. Cut me open and all that will bleed out is her.
She kneels between my legs, looking up at me for approval. I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “Go slow, use your hands too. And if you need to stop…”
“I won’t,” she says.
