Page 64 of Bend & Break
I want all of it. I want her until there’s nothing left she can give.
She doesn’t even know what the fuck she’s doing to me. She turns me inside out without even trying.
The door creaks the rest of the way open, and she steps out wearing one of my shirts, shorts barely peeking beneath the hem, skin flushed from the heat of the shower. Her eyes land on me, and she takes a few steps forward. There’s the smallest curve at the corner of her mouth.
“Stop staring,” she says, tugging at the bottom of the shirt.
“Not a chance.” I reach out, snag her wrist, and tug until she’s stumbling into me, half-laughing, half-protesting as she lands on top of me on the bed.
She huffs, trying for unimpressed, but her cheeks give her away. “You drive me insane.”
"Good.” My mouth hooks into a smirk as my fingers press harder into the curve of her ass. “It’s mutual, Blue.”
She rolls her eyes, but when I pull her face to mine, she doesn’t resist.
Her legs shift to either side of my hips as I drag her closer, and I feel the fight drain out of her one heartbeat at a time.
“You really should’ve gone straight to sleep,” I murmur against her lips. “Because now I’m not letting you.”
“I’m not that tired,” she breathes, her voice catching when I slip my hand under the hem of her shorts.
“Yeah, me neither,” I respond, lips ghosting over her jaw, down to the soft curve of her neck. “And I’m well aware of how much you want me to keep going.”
She makes a noise—half groan, half laugh—and smacks my shoulder weakly. “You’re unbelievable.”
What used to be push and pull between us has quickly become just…pull.
“Unbelievably into you, yeah.” My mouth curves against her skin.
Her hips shift forward, breath stuttering when I suck at the spot just beneath her ear. Her hands fist in my hair, not pulling me away, but closer. Always closer.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, dragging the words over her skin. “And I will. But you won’t, will you? Because you’re just as gone for me as I am for you.”
“Shut up,” she mutters, so fucking half-hearted it’s not even funny.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. “Not a chance. I’m going to tell you exactly what I want to do to you until you beg me for it.”
Her lips part, and for once, she doesn’t have a comeback ready. It only makes me fucking harder, because Blake doesn’t submit to anyone. But lately, she does for me, whether she realizes it or not.
I fist the hem of my shirt where it hangs loose on her and drag it higher.
“God, Blue,” I mutter as I pull the fabric over her head and toss it aside. The sight of her on top of me wrecks my train of thought. Every inch of bare skin I get makes it harder to think straight. “You kill me. Do you know that?”
My hands roam up her sides, greedy to touch everywhere at once.
“You’ve driven me insane foryears, Blake,” I rasp, pulling her down and pressing my mouth to her jaw, then along her throat to her shoulder. “And now you’re here, letting me strip you down like you belong to me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted—every fucking part of you.”
She shivers against me, fingers tangling in my hair. I can feel her give. Not just to the fucking, but tous. She’s known it as long as I have. We were always headed here.
“Tell me you feel this too,” I whisper, biting lightly at her skin, unable to stop myself. “Tell me you’re just as fucked over me as I am over you.”
Her answer isn’t words. It’s the way she arches into me, and fuck, it’s better than any confession.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about since the first time you kissed me?” I slide my hands down, tugging at the waistband of what’s left between us. “How good you’d look underneath me. How good you’d sound when I finally push into you and make you forget everything else.”
A precious little noise slips out of her throat, half a warning, half a plea.
“And it wasperfect, Blue,” I whisper, grinning against her skin as I strip the last of her clothes away. “So perfect, I want to do it again.” I kiss her. “And again.”
