Page 14 of With You Forever

Stop.

She needs to stop thinking like this. She’s a pro at torturing herself. At thinking the worst. At taking things on all on her own. Once upon a time, she’d snap like a twig. But she’s grown. She’s better at believing in herself, at taking risks, at being gentle with herself, especially with Seth and her family around, but tonight, the negative thoughts want to rear their ugly head.

She’ll never be able to relax now. Not with this hanging over her head. Not until she knows her results.

The small bandage on her breast itches and she closes her eyes against the foreign sensation.

She resets.

Breathes.

Focuses on what she loves.

Who.

Seth.

“What do you think, princess?” Seth’s deep drawl floats somewhere behind her. “Let’s get some food in you, then get you to bed. I want you re—”

He never gets the chance to finish his sentence. Lacey slams him back against the front door and crushes her lips to his. Kisses him with unyielding force, with an almost frenzied need to chase away the last several hours.

To forget.

With a groan, Seth grips her shoulders, pulling her close. She hugs him, anchoring herself. Melting into his strength. His hands go to her hair and Lacey arches her body against him. Slips a lean leg around his thigh.

The kiss turns insistent, frantic.

Until Seth breaks it.

“Lace,” he gasps, lust and concern warring in his eyes. “We can’t. You gotta rest, princess.”

She shakes her head. The worst words he could say. Her body is screaming at him for him to take her hard and fuck her senseless. “Please. You’ll be careful with me, won’t you?”

He nods, his throat bobbing hard. He stares at her with a pale face. Love and sorrow in his eyes. “Always.”

She tilts her chin up. “Then please, Seth. I need you.” Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “I need this.”

When he hesitates, Lacey drops her hand, cupping the silhouette of his dick through his jeans, causing Seth to grit out a curse. “Please.” She nips at his throat. Trembles against him. “Treat me rough.”

He closes his eyes. “Lacey. I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t. Youwon’t. I trust you,” she whispers, already unzipping his jeans.

For one night, she’s going back. Back to their bad habit.Herbad habit. She wants the release, wants to feel alive, wants to feel strong. Wants rough, hard, sweaty sex that made her forget her pain, made her forget everything bad in her life and replaced it with the good.

Today has her feeling out of control. And this is the one bad habit she can go back to when she gets this way. Nothing else.

Seth.

Seth groans as she wraps her hand down the hard length of his cock and pumps. “Princess ...”

She lifts her chin, aching for him to fuck her. “I need to know I won’t break.”

At that, his eyes flash. “The hell you’re breakin’. I won’t let you.”

Strong arms hook around her waist.

Seth’s mouth crashes into hers.

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