Page 76 of Double or Nothing

Through the anger and the sadness, through every piece of my broken heart and five years of time, my love has never dwindled—I love him just as much now as I did then.

He presses a rough, branding kiss to my lips before turning me around. With seductive ease, he lowers the zipper on my dress, then slides the material down my body until it pools at my feet. His fingers run along my skin as though he’s refamiliarizing himself with a body he once knew every inch of. He sure as hell still knows how to make me weak.

“Lie down.” His voice is thick, laced with sexual frustration, which only serves to command me.

I’m lying there naked, wanton, and waiting for him. His eyes rove over my body, looking at me with such reverence and appreciation. Appreciation for me, for what we both know is coming.

“You’re overdressed.” I prop myself up on my elbows, my legs parted, my sex dripping wet for him.

It’s my turn to watch with appreciation as he peels away the button-down shirt I know he hated putting on. The belt he removes, which once we don’t need so bad, we might put to use later. The hard erection springs free and makes me salivate. I want to taste him the way he tasted me, but Christ, I want him in me more. I need to feel him—the pain, the pleasure… the love.

The rip of the foil packet is like music to my ears. My eyes never leave him as he rolls the condom on. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, teasing and torturing me. I grind my hips, begging him to be inside me. His face is over mine, and the moment he presses into me, our eyes lock.

Sutton fills me in one motion, every damn inch of him fighting its way through my tightness, as desperate to be inside of me as I am to have him in me. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay or allow my body time to adjust to his size, just slides in and out with a reckless abandon that has me moaning, whimpering, and begging for more, despite the burning pain searing through me.

The pain dissipates quickly, the residual effect heightening the pleasure the feel of him brings. As the pleasure mounts, his head drops to my shoulder, and his teeth sink into my skin. I cry out, wanting the sting and needing it to stop because I can’t hold on. I’m losing control. My hips rise, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Harder,” I pant out.

I’m on the verge of more than an orgasm, on the verge of completeness. The goddamn holy grail of pleasure and every nerve ending I have is ignited and ready to explode.

“Oh, fuck,” Sutton grunts out. His cock throbs, pressing against my walls, then explodes. Fireworks and explosions detonate through both of us.

When he collapses on top of me, the weight of him a welcomed pressure, I remember why I loved him so much—no one in the world can make me feel the way Sutton does. Then I remember why I hated him for so long—no one in the world can make me feel the way Sutton does.

Chapter 35

Sutton

Her eyes narrow as she stares at me lying next to her, trying to catch my breath. She’s pissed or unsure. I can deal with either. What I don’t want to see in her eyes is regret. I sure as hell don’t regret what just happened between us and don’t want her to, either.

For years, I’ve been insatiable. Nothing, no one satisfied me, not completely. There was always a residual ache, a desire, a need for more. It wasn’t until just now I realized what that more is—the emotion behind it, the love I feel for Kat. That’s what completes me. That’s what makes sex with her so much better.

That and how damn flexible the woman is.

Before she can speak, I press a kiss on her lips.

“Let’s clean up first. Then we can have dessert and talk. We have a hell of a lot to talk about.”

This wasn’t how I had planned for the night to go. Dinner was supposed to be a quick apology, something to get us through dinner and hopefully onto reconnecting. Then we were supposed to come back here to talk more. I wanted to tell her everything, every ounce of pain I felt, how excruciatingly awful life has been without her. I didn’t expect us to end up in bed. When I saw that look in her eyes and when she kissed me, all my best-laid plans were thrown to the side.

I nod to the bathroom door before stepping inside, then turn on the water, scalding hot, just like she likes it.

“We’re showering?” she laughs.

“I dirtied you up, Kitty Kat,” I say with a shit-eating grin. “Now I have to clean you up.”

Though there is a bit of uncertainty in her eyes, she follows me.

We kiss as the water cascades over us. I rub my soap-filled hands along her body, then between her thighs. She winces slightly, the powerful sex we had not too long ago leaving her sensitive. Fuck if that doesn’t bring a smile to my lips.

“What are you doing?” she asks as her hand grips my shoulders, her red nails digging into my skin.

“I told you, cleaning you up.”

“No, you’re not. You’re making me come again,” she says as she moves against my hand.

“Okay, maybe, but after, I promise to clean you up.”

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