Page 83 of You Might Be Bad for Me

“You really love me? Even still?” she asks me, and I hate that she questions it.

“Of course I do.” I brush my knuckles across her cheek and gently push the hair out of her face. “That’s not something I can stop,” I say before lowering my lips to hers.

She softens, eagerly accepting my kiss and parting her mouth for more.

“Please don’t stop,” she tells me when I pull away and at first, I think she means the kiss, but then she adds, “I can’t lose you …” Her voice skips and she takes in a quick breath. “I don’t know what I would do if you stopped loving me.”

“I never will,” I tell her with a small smile playing on my lips. My voice is upbeat, but it doesn’t echo what I feel. That first day I saw her in class, a piece of me recognized something inside of her and now that I have it, I can’t lose it. I can’t lose her.

“You love me and I love you. That’s all we need,” I say, and she doesn’t know how raw my promise is.

She rises from her seated position, crashing her lips against mine with a desperate need.

For forgiveness. For love. For a life without pain and regret.

Her grip is tight as her nails scratch through my hair as she intensifies the kiss. For the first time in days, I want more. I want to feel every bit of her. I want to give her everything and make her mine again.

She parts the seam of her lips, granting me entry and I’m instantly hard for her. Desperate for more of her to be bared to me.

She only pulls back from our kiss to breathe.

“Please,” she says and nuzzles against me. “I need you.” Her voice is laced with anguish.

Her small hands slip under my shirt. They’re warm and her fingers are gentle as she moves them to my back, eager to touch every inch of me.

“I need you,” she says again, her eyes wide and pleading. “I need to feel you,” she adds. She kisses the little dip at the bottom of my throat and then my neck.

It’s been tense between us but more than that, I haven’t touched her since everything’s changed.

“Please,” she whispers with need and I’m quick move her out of my lap and lay her on the floor, my hands moving under her shirt to her hips, looping around the thin panties and pulling them slowly down her thighs.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted as she pants.

It doesn’t take me long to strip down and settle myself between her thighs, all the while leaving kisses along her jaw, her neck, that little dip beneath her collarbone. Every inch of her skin that I can kiss, I do.

“I love you,” she murmurs over and over, and when her eyes finally open and reach mine, she says it with a strength that can’t be denied.

I slam into her, filling her completely in one swift stroke. Her bare back rubs along the hardwood floor as I thrust into her, again and again. It’s an unrelenting pace. Her head thrashes and her eyes close tight as I grip her hips and pin her down.

I have to brace her to take the force of my thrusts.

She’s so tight, so wet.

Her gasp is coarse; her nails dig into my wrists. With her eyes shut tight, her body tenses. She shakes her head and I know this is wrong.

She’s thinking about it.

About what happened.

“Allie,” I murmur and brace my arm behind her back, pulling her up to sit on top of me. I kiss her ravenously with her on top of me. “Look at me,” I command her and instantly her eyes open. She holds on to me with a fierceness, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her head in the crook of my neck. Emotions or her memories getting the best of her.

I wasn’t sure how she would react after what transpired, but holding her now, I hate it. I hate that she’s not lost in pleasure and that the thoughts of what one man did to her have dared to come between us.

I stay as still as I can, still buried inside of her, but not wanting to move yet.

“Look at me,” I tell her again more firmly and she does slowly.

“I’m sorry, I thought I could …” her voice trails off and her shame comes back, but it’s gone the moment my words hit her.

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