Page 42 of Your Fault

“They’re together. I’m sure she’s being a pain in the ass,” I responded, impatient for her to finish up and look at me. She seemed nervous; I could tell by how carefully she returned everything to the first aid kit.

“I want to know exactly what happened. Tell me who it was, Nick. Who did this to your face?”

“Don’t worry about it, okay, Noah? It won’t happen again.”

“Fine, but I want you to tell me,” she replied.

“And I want to make love to you,” I said.

Now I had her eyes on me, just as I wished.

“You can’t,” she responded, standing with a slightly quivering voice.

I tugged her between my open legs. “Oh, I can.”

She looked doubtfully at my wounds and my bandaged midsection.

“No, Nicholas, you’re hurt. You can’t even breathe without your ribs aching, I’m sure of it,” she said, stopping my hands with hers as they began to climb her T-shirt.

“Don’t worry about me, Freckles. The pleasure will be stronger than the pain, I guarantee it.” As I uttered these words, I took off her shirt, leaving her standing before me in her bra. I was getting excited just looking at her.

I could feel her heart pound as I kissed her nipples, and herpulse in her neck, I could even see it; the blood was rushing through her veins, getting her ready for me.

I stroked her back—I had forgotten how soft her skin was, how perfect… Sometimes I couldn’t believe my luck. When my hand stopped on the clasp of her bra, she crept away from me.

“Goddammit,” I said, not even thinking.

“No, Nicholas, we’re not going to do it.”

I laughed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she warned, pointing a finger at me that I immediately reached out and grabbed, bringing it to my lips for a kiss. As I nibbled it, I noticed how her body responded. Extending my legs, I trapped her, keeping her right where I wanted her. Now I moved my lips to that special part of her neck that I knew drove her wild. A sigh escaped her as I licked it.

She wrapped her hands around my neck and played with my hair, and in that moment, I knew I had won the battle. I turned my attention to the tops of her breasts as she rubbed my lower back. She shook; her nails dug into my spine. I hissed—I don’t know if it was from pain or pure carnal pleasure, and I didn’t have time to figure it out, because once more, she escaped me.

“Nicholas, you can’t!” she shouted, both aroused and angry.

Dammit! I reached out to touch her, but she resisted, and I could see the determination in her honey-colored eyes.

“You know perfectly well how this is going to end. You can either keep avoiding me and making me chase you, which will only make my aches worse, or you can stop fucking around and get back here.”

That must have gotten to her. She looked angry now.

“You want to see how fast I can walk out that door?”

“What I want is to fuck.”

Her cheeks turned blood red. I guess she wasn’t expecting that answer. Her reaction amused me.

“You’re being vulgar, you know that?” she counterattacked.

With a diabolical grin, I said, “I’ve always been vulgar, Freckles. It’s just that I usually control it when I’m around you, even if you make it hard for me.”

I was reaching the end of my patience.

Clutching her hands, I stood, leaned down, and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. My lip hurt, but I didn’t care. I’d had worse wounds than that, and nothing was going to stop me from kissing Noah that night. I’d been waiting too long.

A second later, she slackened, then responded with equal enthusiasm, her tongue caressing mine in little circles, then plunging in desperately. When she squeezed my back, I yelped in pain.

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