Page 43 of Never Going to Care

Hale’s eyes darken and he quirks an eyebrow. “Oh? Was there something you wanted now?”

My hands come up and cup his jaw, my fingers skimming across the rough stubble of his short beard. “Take me to bed.”

Even though he’s a big man, he moves with surprising quickness as he stands from the couch, not letting me go as he does. My legs wrap around his waist, and I cling to his shoulders. His skin is so warm, I can feel it even through the shirt he’s wearing.

When we’re in his room it’s like we can’t get our clothing off fast enough. I want to rip the fabric from him but let myself watch him peel the layers away as I do the same to myself. His eyes are hungry and full of fire as he watches me.

I didn’t know being watched would turn me on so much. I have a feeling it’s just him and I wouldn’t have the same reaction if it were anyone else. When we’re both naked and our chests are heaving, Hale wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his body.

The moment our skin touches I feel my pussy get wetter as my cells sit up and take notice. It’s just as good as I remember it, maybe even better because this time I know I’m not running anywhere.

I’m still not sure if I can trust all his words, the way he said that I’m his, but I know I’m here for at least two weeks. My heart might not survive at the end of it, but it’s a risk I’m going to take. I don’t really have another choice anyway.

I was a goner the moment his grumpy ass walked into that conference room, and it’s only gotten worse with every interaction I’ve had with him.

He stoops down and I arch my body up to meet him. We shouldn’t fit together considering our size difference, but, somehow, we do. When he presses his lips against mine, it’s not short or sweet this time, it’s a claiming and I can feel it all the way down to my toes.

His large hands dive into the strands of my hair and take hold. When he gives a tug, I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound down. He angles my head exactly where he wants me and sweeps his tongue inside my mouth. The groan which comes from the back of his throat has me rubbing my body against his with his dick trapped between us and making the heat I feel in my core heighten with each second of contact.

“So fucking sexy, Celeste,” he murmurs against my lips. “Not gonna let you leave after the two weeks is up.”

I want to sink into his words, but I’m not able to let go quite that much. Not yet. I can feel his resolve, his loyalty, his knowing, chipping away at my doubts and the walls I’ve built around myself. There’s still enough there right now to protect me, but I know it’s just a matter of time before he destroys them all.

I don’t think I’ll mind. As long as he doesn’t break my heart.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back from that. Not like I have been able to with men in the past. Hale is different.

He demands more and won’t take anything less. I can feel it in the way he touches me. In the way he kisses me. In the way he looks at me and watches me like he’s trying to figure me out at a cellular level.

My nipples are so fucking hard as they rub against the skin of his chest and every brush sends an electrical pulse straight to my clit. I want more.

“Please,” I whimper against his lips.

When Hale rips his mouth away from mine, we stare at each other for a heartbeat and then he’s turning me and slapping my ass. The contact makes me jolt, but not in a bad way. My pussy gets even wetter, slicking my thighs and making me want to squirm from foot to foot.

He leans forward and rasps against the shell of my ear, “Hands and knees, Celeste.”

I’m powerless against his demand and I like it. I scramble onto the bed, bracing myself on my hands and spreading my knees. I’m not one to usually put myself on display like this in front of a man I’m intimate with, but I realize with Hale I’m willing to do anything the man asks of me.

It’s dangerous. It’s heady. It’s fucking intoxicating and I want more.

So much fucking more.

His hands smooth down my back from my shoulders, tracing my spine, and over my ass. There’s something like worship in his touch and I find my arms trembling from the force of it and the way it makes me feel.

One of his fingers ghosts between the lips of my pussy and I shudder at the light contact which warns me of things to come. I try and swirl my hips so I can get what I want where I want it, but his dark chuckle tells me I’m not in charge.

“I’m not putting a condom on this time,” Hale’s words roll over my shoulder, making me shudder with the intensity of them.

I don’t answer in words but shimmy my hips and widen my knees. His low inhale of breath is the only warning I get before I am filled with his cock from behind. He holds still for a moment as his hands grip both of my hips.

When he drags his length out of my channel slowly, I can feel the way my walls want to keep him firmly planted inside of me. He is stronger and in just a few movements we find a rhythm which is both sensual and calming, even though it feels like my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

My fingers twist and bunch the sheet underneath me as I move my hips to meet his thrusts. As the sounds of our skin coming together grows around us and the feeling of his balls hitting my clit every time he fills me, I am hurtling closer to my peak.

“Hale,” I moan his name, barely able to catch my breath as we move together, “more. I need more. Please,” the last word is held out as my lungs seize when one of his hands comes around and flicks my clit.

I feel a drop of his sweat hit my back and I swear it sizzles on my skin. Everything feels too hot, too tight, too damn good. I lose sense of time and space as he fucks me, his pace and pleasure increasing with each movement of our bodies.

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