Page 110 of Bad Seed
I reach out, nearly grazing her shoulder. “The moment my skin touches yours it’s like my heart’s about to explode. I have to have you. To hold you, to taste you, to bury myself in you. To lose myself in you. You’re my sun, my moon, the earth beneath my feet, the air in my lungs.”
My hand glides across her shoulder until my fingers dance against her neck. Take it. Hold her. Pull her tight. Kiss her. Tear off those clothes.
Fuck her over and over knowing it won’t be enough.
Knowing that nothing will ever be enough.
“I had to leave. Even if…” My heart withers in my chest.
I don’t realize I’m holding her chin until she lifts it to stare into my eyes. Big, brown, beautiful—eyes I would kill for. Eyes I would die for.
“I wasn’t worried about the mob, about my past, about any of that shit. I thought I could handle it. But—”
“But what?”
I knew after that first night when I broke into a man’s house for revenge, that as long as I lived no one would hurt her. It just never occurred that it could be me. “If I killed you, if my insatiable obsession drove me to… I could never live with myself.”
A single quick sob escapes from her lips. I trace across the bottom one with my finger, feeling every quiver as she holds back her fear, her anger, her hatred. I don’t need her to love me. I don’t expect anyone to love me.
But I need her to breathe.
“You have to get away from me,” I demand even as I tease back through her hair.
“Is that so?”
Fuck, her eyes are heavy and she’s breathing deeper than before. I have to get her to see reason. I have to think. I have to…
My body bends at the waist. My hand cups her cheek, lifting her as her eyes close.
“Far, far away,” I moan against her lips. They flutter a moment before kissing me.
I plunge back into the bottom of her bottle.
My fingers tear at the buttons of her shirt, my hips pressing into her, guiding her back to the bed I warned her away from. Sadie roves over my chest, lifting the t-shirt and sliding her hand under the waistband of my sweatpants.
“No,” she declares and reaches right down to grab my cock. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Sadie…” I cry her name out like it’s the climax of a wet dream. She pulls me back by my dick, working us toward the bed. “You have to listen.”
“I will.” Her hand lets go, and blood spurts back to my brain for a second. “When you make fucking sense.” She tears off her shirt and I nearly yelp at her naked breasts bounding free.
If I touch those, there’s no going back. I’ll just fuck her over and over until I make a mistake. I can’t do it. I can’t…
“Aubry…” She squeezes her arms to the sides of her breasts, turning her cleavage into the grand canyon. I nearly plunge into it but the movement of her hand draws me in as she reaches her fingers inside her panties. “I’m so wet.”
My entire body clenches.
Sadie hops up onto the bed while fingering herself. Leaning back on her elbows, she starts to part her thighs and asks, “Don’t you want me?”
There is no part of me that doesn’t.
A mad man tears the clothes from my body. She inches higher up the bed, her eyes calculating my every move. I manage to kick off the sweatpants when she moves her leg up.
My hand catches her ankle. “Don’t,” I growl, pinning her to the bed. Her thighs soften and roll, forming a blockade right before her pussy. My teeth grind, wanting to take a nibble on them both.
“Don’t what?” she teases, wiggling under my grip.
This isn’t playing with fire. This is a nuclear warhead. In a fireworks factory. On the back of a truck.
