Page 63 of Hush (Fighting Fate)

Her hand moved, sliding upwards until she was caressing the side of my neck. I wanted to swallow, but I was sure if I tried I would probably choke.

Slowly, her body arched into me, pressing closer and closer until her lips were only millimeters away from mine.

I knew I should pull back. That part of my brain was still there somewhere, but the part of me that craved her had me paralyzed. And let’s be honest here. I wasn’t a fucking saint.

My restraint slipped and I pulled her hard against me, crushing my lips to hers. Her response was immediate, her lips parting to accept my frantic need to taste her. The little moan that came from her drove me even wilder.

As her hand tightened on the back of my neck, my hand found the hem of the shirt she was wearing, slipping underneath to feel the soft, warm skin of her hip, her waist, the slight definition of her ribs, and the underside of her breast.

My cock throbbed with need between us, making me powerless to stop myself from thrusting my hips against hers. I cupped her breast, gently squeezing the flesh in my hand, my thumb brushing over the tight bud of her nipple. She moaned again, breathlessly panting as I kissed her.

I squeezed again, this time a little firmer, loving the feel of her in my hand. Her tits were perfect. They weren’t huge, but they were just enough to fill my palm. Just the way I liked them. And the way she responded to my touch was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

She pulled herself even closer to me, forcing me to kiss her even harder, then she swung her leg over my hip, moving so my cock was pressing against her core. I groaned and thrust against her.

I didn’t know if Kaeli had done it, or if it was me, but her shirt was pushed up above her tits and they were now rubbing against my chest. It felt fucking phenomenal. I wanted to free my cock from my boxers and let him have his way, but I knew if I did that, I’d have zero chance of stopping. Which I needed to do. Like now.

I knew there was a valid reason for me to stop. I did. I just couldn’t seem to remember what it was. I tried to pull back to see if that would help clear my head, but Kaeli’s hands clenched me tighter.

“No. Please…” she begged.

Deep down I knew she hadn’t said it, but the way she said ‘no’ sounded so close to my own name, I was unprepared for my reaction to it, both mentally and physically. It practically ripped through me.

Until that moment, I had no idea how much I needed her to want me. The real me. Not Mitch. Me.

That thought helped me to put things into perspective. A little.

“Kaeli,” I moaned against her lips. “You don’t know who I am. I can’t do this…”

She shook her head, unwilling to back down. “I know who you are. You’re good,” she said pleadingly. “I don’t know why you’re here, in this situation, but I know you’re not like them. I know you’d do anything to protect me, to keep me safe.”

Fuck. Her words didn’t help me at all. My only resistance came from believing she still thought of me as a bad person deep down.

She pulled me back to her. “I want you…” She kissed me. “…please…”

Motherfucker…

Chapter 43

Kaeli

I felt the moment when Mitch – no, I wasn’t going to called him that anymore. I felt the moment when my nameless boy let go of his restraint. One second he was fighting himself not to go too far, and the next he had me on my back, pressing himself between my legs.

It was the most arousing thing that’d ever happened to me. Unrestrained nameless boy was hot. Hotter than anything I’d ever fantasized about.

The shirt he’d had me put on earlier was long gone. I wasn’t even sure how it had managed to come off, but I was glad.

He touched me everywhere I needed to be touched. It was like he could read my mind. I never really understood it when people said their body had been played like an instrument, but my nameless boy certainly played mine like he created it.

I’d never been breathless with

a guy before. Not even the time I’d slept with Simon. Yes, I’d been excited, and had even come close to going all the way with a couple of other guys I’d dated just after Simon, but it had never been like this. I wanted him so bad I ached.

His tongue thrust into my mouth, his kisses hard and frantic. “You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.

The only response I could manage was a strangled kind of moan, because if what he was feeling was even half as good as I was feeling then I understood completely.

His hot mouth moved lower, tasting my neck, sucking my ear lobe, licking my collarbone. It was so much sensation. It was amazing.

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