Page 118 of My Sweetest Agony
Clinging to him tighter, I allow him to devour my mouth with a ferocity that makes my knees wobble. His hands tunnel into my hair, holding me in place so he can kiss me senseless out here in the street instead of inside, where we belong.
Where he is so reluctant to go.
And something clicks inside my head, a fear that rears up and lashes out at me, stronger than my grip on him.
Oh, God…
I tear my lips from his, an agitated pant slipping out as I search his face.
Was that a goodbye kiss?
There was something about it, something in the almost manic way he moved his mouth over mine that suggested I’ll never see him again.
“Please, come inside, Cam.” I drop my forehead to his again. “Please…”
I hate that I’m begging.
I hate that I have to.
And I despise how desperate I sound, but I have been desperate for the last two months. Desperate to find anything, any way to escape the pain of what my life had become once I lost Drew. And now that it’s finally here, in my reach, I don’t want to lose it for any reason.
Not because of guilt or misconceived loyalty or because of what I think other people will say when they find out.
I just want this, like I had last night.
The two of us entwined in each other and nothing else.
His warm breath flutters over me, and he feathers his lips across mine, his whole body trembling. “Okay.”
I slowly step back, releasing my grip on him and allowing him to swing his leg off the bike. As soon as he does, he tugs me against him, staring down at me as he cups my cheeks between his rough palms.
“You really are the worst kind of temptation, Ivy.”
Coming from a man who understands addiction so well, I don’t know if that’s a compliment, an insult, or a warning. Maybe all three. But he still dips his head and kisses me deeply, that same explosive, whole claiming he did that first night on that bench when I apparently gave myself to him even though I didn’t know it.
I groan and fist my hands in his jacket again, and he reaches down and scoops me up, lifting me easily to wrap my legs around his waist. He stalks back to the house, throws open the door, and steps inside, kicking it closed behind him.
The sharp slam jerks me away from his mouth for a split second, but then his lips are skimming up my neck, over my cheek, at my ear, where he nips in a way that sends a shudder of anticipation through me. I shift my hips, aligning my core with his hardened cock encased in his jeans.
A gravelly moan falls from his lips, hot breath fluttering the hair on my temple. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He kisses down my neck to my collarbone, pulling my T-shirt away to give himself better access to the skin there. “The whole time I was at my meeting, all I could think about was coming here, doing this, touching you, tasting you again. I still can’t believe I can.”
I whimper at his words, at the frenetic desire lacing them, and tunnel my hands through his hair, tugging his head back so he looks at me. He pauses next to the kitchen, and I catch him glancing over my shoulder, down the hallway toward the bedroom, but instead, he turns and sets me on the edge of the counter, spreading my thighs wide and settling between them.
“I need you now, Ivy.” He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down sharply. “Like this.”
Cam rocks his hard length against my core, and flashes of pleasure course through me, making my hands tighten in his hair. He groans in response to my tug, grinding into me even harder.
And suddenly we’re moving too slowly.
There are too many clothes.
Too much time that has passed since he first crushed his mouth to mine outside.
My pussy throbs, already wet and wanting, rolling against him, seeking that delicious friction.
His hands come up to cradle my head, keeping me upright as he leans into me, bowing me backward slightly. The glint in his eyes now isn’t trepidation or confusion. It isn’t a warning that he’s about to walk away. It’s a promise that makes me whimper. “I will fuck you on every surface of this house but one, do you understand me?”
I nod even as my heart aches for the reason he feels that way, and his mouth crushes to mine again, hot and heavy and desperate, stealing away any other thought and sending me spinning. Away from rational thought. Away from all common sense. Away from all reason.
