Page 28 of Fall Back
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, my head bowed as I fight back tears. “I should have told you everything right from the start, but I didn’t want to talk about it, and I really thought it was over.”
“Carson,” he sighs and pulls me against his chest, “you have nothing to be sorry for. I do wish you had told me, but I understand why you didn’t. I knew you were keeping something close and wasn’t ready to share it, but I had no idea what it was.”
He kisses the side of my face as his large hands run up and down my spine. I’m sure he means for his touch to be soothing and calming, but it has the opposite effect on me. My entire body lights up from the inside out and my pussy clenches as my panties become damp.
The last thing I should be feeling right now is turned on, but it’s hard not to feel that way when I’m in Jared’s arms. The man does something to me, it’s sinful, hot, and undeniable. It’s also completely out of my control, no matter how inconvenient it can be.
“Jared,” I whimper.
He freezes for a moment before pulling back enough to look into my eyes. I don’t know what he sees there, but whatever it is has him nodding once before he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to my bedroom. The way he touches me is filled with a reverence which has everything else disappearing from my mind but the two of us.
It’s exactly what I need.
After he pulls my clothing from my body, he sits me on the edge of the bed and strips his clothes off in record time. I almost don’t know where to look as he gets naked. It’s a smorgasbord for my eyes. So much delicious skin and strong muscles on display.
I lick my lips but before I can reach for Jared’s cock, he’s on his knees before me and pushing my thighs apart to make room for him to get even closer to me. His hands slide up the sides of my ribcage, his touch like a feather and making me shiver.
“Jared,” I rasp, my tone filled with a plea, “I need you. Make me forget, make me soar.”
“I’ve got you, my little criminal.”
His words are a layered vow. He has my pleasure, but it’s more than that as well. He has my safety. He has my life. He has me.
And I believe him.
The way his fingertips run over my skin, barely touching me and managing to ground me and rewire my brain, has me panting as I look into his blue eyes. There is determination there, but something else as well. Something softer.
Something that feels like forever and makes warmth spread throughout my chest first and then the rest of my body. I want to believe him. I want to sink into him and let him take the burden.
And that is exactly what I do.
As my eyes slide closed, I let go of all the things that have kept me up at night, all the worries I’ve been hiding in the darkest parts of the shadows out of fear. My shoulders relax and my limbs feel heavier and lighter at the same time.
Jared grunts, the sound a mix of resolve and appreciation. He holds me up and keeps me steady. Just like I knew he would.
As Jared climbs over me, I lay back, our eyes locked while saying everything without words. He doesn’t stretch is body out over mine and, instead, stands up and reaches for my hips.
Before I know what is going on, he’s flipped me onto my stomach and positioned me on my knees, my hands shooting out to brace myself. He tilts my hips right where he wants them, putting my pussy on display and making my cheeks heat.
After sharing about Dave, I was already feeling vulnerable, and this position isn’t helping. But I trust Jared.
I peek at him over my shoulder to find his blue eyes, dark with desire and appreciation, staring at my glistening pussy. When his gaze darts up and meets mine, his lips curl up into a smile filled with sin and filthy promises.
“You’re going to give it all to me, Carson,” his voice is a husky drawl. “You’re going to let go. You understand?”
I nod slowly as my heart pounds in my chest.
His hand slides up my back as he steps up to the edge of the bed, the crown of his cock running along my slit. When his fingers find the nape of my neck, they run through the strands of my hair until he starts to wrap the length of my waves around his fist and pulls. My back arches in the most delicious way and the only thing I can do is submit.
To him.
To this feeling.
To safety.
To peace.
His touch demands it, and I crave it. Fuck, I’m desperate for it.
