Page 59 of Straight, No Chaser
I gingerly strip, trying not to bust my ass with my fucked up injury, and toss the ball of bloody clothes into the corner. Taking the quickest shower I’ve ever managed with a gimp leg and throbbing cock thinking about her waiting for me. She cannot wake up alone.
Her body instantly curls into mine when I slide in behind her. Still damp from my half ass attempts to dry myself. Doesn’t fucking matter. I’d lay here all night, cold and wet, just to be with her.
My dick stays hard for fucking hours nestled against her silky back. Every nerve in my body pulsing from her vanilla scent wafting over us. Her long silky hair bundled against her slender neck. Her fingers curled around my arm on her waist apparently welcoming my touch. Fucking heaven.
A sudden terrified cry slashes through the silence. Blankets whip off our bodies as she jerks up, swaying forward trying to scramble off the mattress.
“Eli!”
I grab her tiny wrist and tug her backward, needing to reassure and protect her. “He’s fine. He’s here, in his bed, asleep. I swear.”
Her woozy gaze meets mine. Searching my face for confirmation. “He is?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
She nods. Erratic bobbing with her injury. “Okay.”
Allowing me to help her lay back down, she doesn’t flinch or protest from me engulfing her. Letting me hold her tighter than I ever have. Yet, her relief is fleeting. The realization of what happened to her must set in, and she convulses in my arms, sobbing softly against my cheek. One of the worst fucking sounds I’ve ever heard. And not a damn thing I can do to alleviate her suffering like this.
Silky strands sway under my lips as I kiss her forehead. “Shhhh. It’s okay. You’re both safe now. It’s all over.”
“I was so scared.”
Motherfucker. “I know.”
“I thought he was going to kill me.”
It takes everything I’ve got not to go fucking crazy. Even thinking for a second about how close I came to losing her makes my body strain with fury. Reeling from how frightened she must have been. Of the chance I took with her and Eli. So fucking stupid not to have more protection on them. “I would never let that happen.”
Her fingertip traces over the angry red line crossing my tat, still scarred from the night I gave myself to her. Physically and mentally. Reminding both us of what we had. Stirring my greedy cock to life again. That I know she has to feel bulging against her belly.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too angel.”
My voice clogs with need I can’t hide. My heart as desperate as my dick. She looks up again. Studying me with an intensity that threatens to choke me. The internal battle playing out on her face to let me in or let me go. I try to force myself not to move or speak or give into my instincts fucking screaming at me to take her.
But, I can’t do it.
I can’t fuck up this opportunity to redeem myself with her.
So I do the only thing I can. I let her break me.
Dipping down, I softly press my lips to hers. Savoring the taste burned into my soul with the purest branding iron. Then I feel it. The tiniest shift. The smallest stretch. She opens for me.
She lets me break her.
Slow and tentative her lips part, consenting to my tongue sweeping inside. A feeling of home washing over me from the tender touch of her hands sliding around me and pulling me closer. Sheathing her body to mine like she used to. Slaying me with the intensity of her need for me.
Nudging her onto her back, I drive my fingers through her hair, framing the sides of her gorgeous face with my palms. Welcoming the bittersweet smile mixing with her tears. Keeping her gaze locked with mine as I push inside of her.
This is more than making love. So fucking more than making her scream my name or bringing her to orgasm. Instead we couple together so deep and completely that we don’t know the difference between our tangled bodies. Whole. One. Absolute.
Reminding her with my kisses how much I love her. Showing her with my gentle caresses that I cherish what she gives me. Begging for her forgiveness from sins she doesn’t fully understand but despises just the same.
Like always, I tell her the truth. What I can. Whispering in her ear how much I love her. That I’ve been such a fucking fool to jeopardize what we have. That I will do fucking anything to make her come back to me. That she’s my fucking world, and I don’t want a damn thing but her.
“I know.” Her short fingernails scrape over my scalp as she draws my head down again, tucking me deeper into the crook of her neck. “I don’t either.”
