Page 85 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
The light is murky today; there’s a storm coming soon. In A.J.’s room I saw the sky through the windows, slate gray, threatening rain, and downstairs there’s little illumination as I walk barefoot through the silent halls. When Bella reaches the door that leads to the pool patio, she looks back at me, waiting. We go outside.
I see him right away, standing at the edge of the empty pool. He’s motionless, looking down at the piles of dead leaves. Even from where I’m standing I can see how his hands shake. The clouds overhead cast everything in a shadowed half light, so though it’s morning, it seems like we’re headed toward night. When A.J. raises his head and looks at me, the first of the rain begins to fall.
His face is already wet.
The pull between us is so strong, I feel as if an invisible hand has reached into my chest and grabbed my heart. I don’t even try to resist it. My feet move before I can stop them, and then I’m running.
When I’m a few feet away, he opens his arms. I slam into his chest at full speed, but it doesn’t knock him off-balance. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck.
“You’re still here.”
His voice is hoarse. The fist around my heart tightens. “I still have one more day.”
We’re getting wet. The drizzle is turning into a downpour, which we both ignore. Under the patio awning, Bella barks, wanting us to come in.
“You don’t hate me for lying?” he whispers, trembling.
And my heart, dear God my poor battered heart, just cracks wide open. I start to cry. “No, I don’t hate you, A.J. I love you! I love you no matter who you are! I can’t not love you, no matter what name you call yourself or what you’ve done! I don’t care about any of that!”
My words make him groan. He takes my face in his hands. He kisses me deeply, passionately, his heart thumping hard against my chest. Rain catches in my lashes and slides down my cheeks, mingling with my tears.
He lifts me into his arms. I rest my face against his neck and close my eyes, shivering, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders. He walks us out of the rain, into the hotel, and up the stairs. My heart beats like a hummingbird’s the entire time. I can’t stop shaking, or catch my breath.
He kicks open the door to his room. He strides over to the mattress, kneels on it, and lies down with me in his arms. He kisses me again, desperately, his body wet and hard against mine. When I respond with equal desperation, he rips off my wet T-shirt, sweats, and panties, throwing it all aside so he can stare down at my naked body.
His gaze is adoring. He kneels between my legs, running his hands down my thighs, over my hips and belly, and up across my breasts, slowly, as if he’s memorizing every inch of my flesh. Everywhere he touches I arch into his hands, feeling like I’m ablaze.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, caressing my breasts. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, angel.”
I hold out my arms. He lowers himself atop me. I love his weight, the feel of his wet chest against mine, the smell of his skin, his hair. I want to drown in him.
His cock is hard against my thigh. The thin nylon shorts are no match for it; he might as well be naked.
When he kisses me, I rock my pelvis against his. He moans into my mouth. I slide my hands down his back and under the elastic of the shorts and grab his ass, sinking my nails into his skin. He hisses and draws back, looking like he’s in pain, but I know it’s not from my fingernails.
It’s because he’s still holding back.
I stare into his eyes. “I know you said you’d never fuck me. But you never said you wouldn’t make love to me.”
His cock twitches against my leg. Agonized, fighting himself, he stares down at my face.
Remembering what he told me before, that the reason he’d never sleep with me was because then I’d belong to him forever, I whisper, “I’m already yours, A.J. It’s too late. All of me already belongs to you.”
I see the exact moment it happens, the
instant he decides. He teeters for one final breath, then, with a flutter of his lashes and a soft exhalation, he gives in.
He digs his fingers deep into my hair, fits his mouth against mine, and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed in my entire life. He puts his all into it, his body and his heart and even his soul, so that I feel like we’re not even two people anymore; we’re fused. It’s incredible.
It’s a claim.
By the end of the kiss I’m writhing against him, delirious with want. I jerk the thin nylon shorts down his hips, tearing at the fabric. He lifts his hips, allowing his cock to spring free between us, then lowers himself again so it’s pressed, hot and throbbing, against my core.
He reaches his hand between our bodies and takes his erection in his fist. He slides the tip of his cock back and forth over my entrance, watching my face, listening to my whimpers and low moans. He whispers, “You on the pill, baby?”
I shake my head.
Without a word, he shifts his weight, reaches over to the side of the mattress and retrieves a little foil packet from beneath. He tears it open with his teeth, ripping the gold lettering “Magnum XL” in two. I watch in breathless anticipation as he quickly rolls the condom down the length of his stiff cock, then positions it again between my thighs.
