CHAPTER 29DENISE
CHAPTER 29
DENISE
Fucking the sleep away wasn’t really Hugh’s normal vibe on a Monday morning, but when I spotted him outside the shower, his chest bare and pants half buckled, I knew what he wanted.
I’d opened the shower door, my skin dripping wet, and stepped out onto the bathmat.
“Last night—”
His hands came up to my lips.
“You were right,” he said. “Now…” his voice trailed off.
I watched as his eyes took their time moving leisurely up my body. His gaze was like a caress as he took me in from my toes, up to my ankles and calves, moving up my thighs and skimming my stomach. His teeth popped out and skimmed his bottom lip, and I felt my stomach do that flippy thing. The thing it only seemed to do when he was around.
I clenched my thighs and stepped forward to run my hands along the skin on his arms. Leaning over, I grazed his biceps with my lips. He took a deep breath, and I took that as a sign to keep going. He smelled like sage and aftershave. I licked, tracing the muscle before giving him a teasing bite.
He let out a small hiss, but he didn’t pull away. My lips moved from his bicep over to his shoulder and my tongue teased at the edge of his clavicle before I brought my teeth down into his skin with a little more force than before.
I knew what he was doing: he wanted me to misbehave; to show me how blurry that line between pleasure and pain truly was; to show me how much I loved teetering on both sides of it.
I blew my breath across his wet skin and watched as goosebumps broke out. This man had me craving him. Nothing was enough. He brought something out of me, something deep and essential. His body spoke to something in mine, and we ascended when we were together.
He’d said fucking me was like touching heaven. With him, I felt weightless. Like I was flying through the universe with nothing to anchor me. And it was so fucking good I didn’t care if I floated away because the risk was worth it.
He saw God between my legs, but I saw the cosmos between his.
Leaning up on my tippy toes, I followed the trail of his shoulder up to his neck and watched as his body tightened, ready for my teeth to sink into his flesh. Instead of biting down, I pulled his skin into my mouth and sucked.
My nipples hardened against his chest. I pulled in tighter as his hand came to the nape of my neck and squeezed but didn’t pull me away. When I was sure that I’d left a mark, I pulled back to see the bruise. The mark was already darkening, and it sent a thrill through me as I felt his hand yank off my shower cap and dive into my hair, pulling tight right at the scalp. I smiled up at him, toothy and wild.
His eyes were dilated as I craned my neck to gaze up at him. He looked down at me and his eyes were swirling with an emotion I couldn’t name.
A hand came up to my cheek as he leaned down and brought his nose against mine with the lightest of touches. God, I loved this man. The words echoed in my brain, and I felt them settle deep in my stomach, feeding the arousal that was burning me from the inside out.
His thumb moved to trace the edges of my lips as he gazed deep into my eyes. When he gave me that look, I knew I would do anything and everything for him. Not just for the passion that he stoked in me, but for him. The man who put me ahead of everything, who was here, even when I’d told him I didn’t need him.
This was what I’d wanted. Someone who gave me everything without asking for anything in return. Someone who heard and understood me. His only goal was to see me happy. Deep down, I knew if I didn’t want to be here, he’d let me go. He’d hate it but I would be able to start my life over again without him. I didn’t want to. The feelings I had were so foreign, so transcendental, that I knew I’d have a hole the size of the sun in me for the rest of my life.
The idea of it had me grabbing at his chest to remind myself that he was real, and he was here with me. His thumb parted my lips, and I welcomed the feeling of the rough pad against my tongue. Greedily, I sucked the digit into my mouth, swirling it against my tongue and watching emotion swirl in his eyes.
He put pressure on my tongue, pushing me down to my knees. I kneeled, sinking into the plush bathmat as I bit his thumb. I smiled as he reached down and gripped my jaw.
“You know what to do,” he said.