Chapter 12 #2
His intense gaze, his hot breath on my face—everything about this moment stirred something in me that had been lying dormant since the last time I saw him.
I hadn’t been with anyone since. I hadn’t wanted to.
The one night Danny and I had spent together had been during that show, away from the cameras, under the stars, wrapped in each other’s arms. It had been beyond any definition of perfect.
I had been playing it on a loop in my mind pretty much ever since.
I lifted my hands to his face, grabbed it, and pulled his mouth back to mine.
When his mouth opened in surprise, I slid my tongue in, tasting him.
Our lips fused together in what might be the hottest kiss I’d ever had, pouring all of the longing we’d felt for each other into it.
His hand found my waist and, in one swift movement, he pulled me down on the couch.
He kept one arm on the couch, supporting himself so that his body was the perfect weight against mine as he hovered over me.
His other hand slipped underneath my shirt. I gasped into his mouth when he made contact with the soft skin there.
“Fuck,” he said, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. “I’ve missed you.”
I wanted to cry because it felt so good. His lips on me. His hands on me. My stomach was boiling. I parted my legs so that he fell between them, desperate for the friction. He groaned as soon as we made contact, and I shimmied my hips greedily.
He sucked in a breath and pulled away, “Shit, Trace. I want you so bad.”
“Please take me, then.”
I didn’t care that we hadn’t figured anything out. I didn’t care that he’d broken my heart before. This felt too good to deny myself. Every cell of my body was on high alert. Any part of me touching Danny was eager for more.
Then he was gone. He’d pushed himself away to stand up.
“What? Where are you going?” I protested.
In the next instant, he grabbed me by the waist, and I let out a soft squeal as he lifted me from the couch. My legs fell around his hips, and I held on as he walked us toward the hallway that led to his bedroom.
“I’m not taking one fucking chance that one of those assholes downstairs might walk in on us.”
I smiled into his neck, then grabbed a piece of skin between my teeth and nipped softly, before kissing it.
He moaned in response. “Fuck, give me two seconds, and I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
His words had me going even more now. I lifted my butt up, kind of riding him while he stumbled down the hallway.
“Trace.” My name came out strangled on his tongue. “Give me two seconds. If you don’t stop, I’m going to set you down in this hallway and take you right here.”
“Don’t make promises you aren’t going to keep.”
He let out a sound that was both a laugh and a groan as he hurried the rest of the way into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed, and I let out a giggle as the plush mattress welcomed me. Danny kicked the door shut without taking his eyes off of me.
He walked toward me with determination, before dropping to his knees by the bed. He grabbed my ankles, effortlessly tugging me forward until I was seated at the edge of the mattress.
Excitement swirled in my gut. I was dying to feel his touch.
“I want to taste you,” he said, tugging down the sweatpants I was wearing.
I nearly came just from his words. I wanted to be touched so badly. I’d dreamed about basically this exact moment for months.
His finger traced my inner thigh, teasing me, dragging along my sensitive skin.
I let out a gasp, and he groaned as soon as his finger met my center.
“Fuck you’re so ready for me,” he said huskily. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you splayed on my bed like this?”
I whimpered, my legs falling open, begging to be touched. Danny lowered his head. A flick of his tongue against my clit, and I instantly bucked in response.
“Danny.” His name came out strangled.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, before probing and swiping his tongue over my most sensitive parts. Pressure built inside.
“Danny,” I gasped again. “I don’t want to come—” a moan tore through me. “I don’t want to come before you’re inside me.”
He broke away, smirking. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make you come again.”
He returned his mouth to me, and I rocked against him, desperate for the release. It happened so quickly—after all that anticipation of being with him again, the moment had grown almost larger than life in my mind. My entire body shook from the pleasure.
In one swift motion, Danny removed his sweatpants and climbed on top of me. The whole thing was frenzied. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“You look so damn beautiful,” he said before his mouth crashed back onto mine. His hard length brushed against the bare skin of my upper thigh. It rubbed against my slickness and just like that, I was ready for him again. My whole body ached. I needed to feel him pumping inside me.
I grabbed his shaft and guided him toward my entrance.
“Condom,” he choked out against my lips.
“I’m on birth control.”
He pulled away from me then, his eyes searching mine. “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he said in a low voice.
“Me either.” My chest squeezed. Maybe I was a fool for believing him, but I did. Whole heartedly. I’d trust Danny with my life.
He dropped his head. “Thank fuck,” he muttered before crashing his mouth into mine again.
I guided him the rest of the way, until his tip was against my entrance, ready to take him.
All of my nerves were Jell-O at the thought, my upper thighs practically numb. He pushed in, slowly at first. He tangled one hand in my hair, his other arm taking the weight away from me.
He inched in, slowly, deliciously. I cried out when he was fully inside, squeezing my legs around his hips and grinding against him.
“I’ve missed you so much, Trace.” His words mixed with the sensation were sending me into delirium.
He pumped inside me, his rhythm quickening but still steady, enough to feel each time he hit my G-spot.
I was glad I hadn’t been with anyone else since him. It wouldn’t have measured up in any possible way.
My head fell back as he trailed kisses along my neck. He grabbed the neckline of my shirt greedily and pulled down. I hadn’t been wearing a bra, perhaps in a silent hope that this exact moment would happen.
He moved his hand from my hair, dragging it down my neck until he reached my chest. As soon as his fingertip brushed my nipples a moan escaped me. It felt too good—too sensitive everywhere. He tugged and played, until he moved his mouth from my neck and captured my nipple between his teeth.
“Yes,” I cried out, arching my back to give him a better angle. I was his for the taking.
His thrusts became more erratic, our breaths quickening together. When he moved to my other breast, slipping my nipple inside his mouth and sucking, I grinded against him, bucking my hips and chasing my release. Finally, he thrust even deeper a few times, and I came undone.
“Trace.” My name came out strangled on his tongue as he came with me.
After, he let out a breath of a laugh as he propped himself up on his elbow, not making a move to leave me. I wasn’t in any hurry to feel his absence.
He brushed the hair away from my eyes, staring down at me. Any feelings of self-consciousness had completely abandoned my mind. Everything felt right.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered.
He kissed me carefully then, nothing like the hurried ones we’d just shared. He cupped my face gently, like I was fragile, before he led me to the shower and cleaned me up. When we returned to the bed, he wrapped me in his arms.
I’d never in my life felt so connected to someone, both physically and emotionally.
It was incredibly heavy. The weight of it scared me, but I had to chase this feeling with full abandon.
We hadn’t talked things through or made any official plans, but something would have to work out.
We were too strong for this not to be inevitable.
Our souls had to be tied together or something.
As I lay there, tangled in his arms, I’d never felt safer or more content.
I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.