Chapter 41 #2
He covered his face with one hand and tugged me to him with the other.
“I’ve been so hyper-focused on getting you to give me another chance that I never let myself think about what came after.
I refused to let myself believe there was a scenario in which I wouldn’t win you over, but then I also didn’t think about now.
About how it would feel if you gave me another shot. ”
“And you feel…sad about it?” I teased, but I knew what he meant.
“I feel unworthy.”
“I swear to God, Danny Miller, if you go walking away like some martyr again, I’ll—”
He interrupted me with a kiss, and I melted into him. When he pulled away, he gazed down at me.
“Never. You’re stuck with me.”
“Is that a promise?” I breathed, arching my back a little so our bodies pressed into each other even more.
His biceps were rock hard, stretching against his t-shirt as he held onto me. My want for him was so strong I could barely breathe. To think about him over me, claiming me…I was wet just at the thought.
“Trace,” he said, his voice strained as I ground against him. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m giving you another shot.” I pressed a slow kiss against his neck and rocked my hips against him.
He groaned and took me by the waist, stepping us forward until we were at the edge of the bed.
Then his mouth devoured mine, demanding.
His tongue slipped inside and danced with mine.
I’d had a few mediocre kisses since Danny, and he blew them all out of the water.
This was the only way I wanted to be kissed—to be touched.
His rough hand traced the top of my thigh, inching up the silk dress I wore. Then he slipped it underneath my hemline, sliding his hand up over the curve of my waist to my stomach. My breath hitched when he got to the underwire of my bra.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered against my mouth.
I pressed my lips to his. I didn’t want to think about that right now, because the hurt was still there. I hadn’t healed from it completely, but I’d made a conscious decision to let him try. I couldn’t hold what happened over us forever. To give us a real shot, I had to move on.
His fingers curled around the bottom of his dress shirt I still wore as he lifted it over my head. The static of my dress caught in the fabric and went along with it, leaving me in just my bra and underwear.
Danny stared at me. Greedily. Hungrily.
“Fuck. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
“Me too.” I held my breath as he carefully traced my skin with his fingertips.
I gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his broad shoulders.
He grabbed the back and tugged it off in one swift motion.
I ran my hand along his abs. His chest. Outlined the tattoo of a mountain range that marked his left bicep with my fingertips.
I’d been dreaming about touching his skin but worried I’d never touch it again.
We fell back onto the bed.
“Fuck, I want you,” he said as he loomed over me, hands caging in the sides of my head.
“So, take me.”
He moved down my body, trailing kisses along my stomach. I gasped when he planted one on my upper thigh. He nipped me through my flimsy underwear, the fabric now soaking wet.
“Danny,” I breathed.
He groaned. “My name sounds so good on your lips.”
With a careful finger, he moved my underwear aside and pressed a kiss to my core. “So wet for me,” he said. When he dragged his tongue along me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I arched my back, aching for more. He nipped and licked me, then reached a hand up and dragged it along my stomach, until finding my left breast. Pressure built deep inside me, the best kind.
My stomach was lava hot and I nearly melted right then.
He tugged the fabric of my bra aside, revealing my erect nipple.
He twisted it lightly between his fingertips and continued to tease me with his mouth.
“Yes, Danny. More.”
His teeth scraped lightly against me, and I tangled one hand in his hair.
This was everything I’d been fantasizing about. More. The distance, despite all the hurt, had made the anticipation that much more intense.
He took both hands and grabbed my ass to improve his angle. Everything started simmering inside me. The feeling of him against me was too much.
“I’m going to—I can’t—”
He moved his mouth for one second to say, “Come for me.” And as soon as he touched me again, I unraveled, quick and hard.
My breathing was heavier, my body completely alight.
More.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything, all of him. After all this distance, physical and emotional, I just wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible.
“I need you inside me.”
He looked tortured. “I don’t have anything.”
“I’m on the pill,” I panted. “And I still haven’t been with anyone since you.”
He growled in approval at that.
Then a horrific thought, had he—
“Have you been with anyone—”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Relief flowed through me as he placed himself on top of me, careful to carry most of his own weight. I ran my hands along his chest, but he captured both my wrists in his strong grip and tugged my hands above my head.
I squeezed my thighs against him, then wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel how hard he was beneath his jeans. I rocked my hips against him, already seeking release again.
He pulled away, and I let out a grumble of protest.
“Hang on, baby,” he said with a smile.
He pulled his jeans and underwear off, springing himself free. Then he practically tore off my flimsy thong with his teeth.
“I want you so fucking bad.” He placed himself on top of me again, one hand back to pinning down my wrists.
He positioned himself at my entrance, just the tip pressing through.
I gasped at the contact, immediately pushing forward to get more of him.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Fuuucckkk.”
He inched in. Deliciously, painfully, amazingly slowly. I bucked, desperate for more, but his grip around my wrists held me in place. I pressed my forehead to his, savoring every moment of this reunion. I was dying for another release, while simultaneously hoping this would last forever.
“Danny!” I whined when he continued to torture me. I wiggled my hips.
“Trace.” He pushed in more, now halfway. “Beg for it.”
“Please, I want you so bad.”
Another inch.
“Please, fuck me.”
As soon as those words fell from my mouth, Danny pushed all the way inside. I was tight but he fit like a hand inside a glove. It was like coming home.
He moved in and out, and I met each of his movements, my body desperate for more. When he released my wrists, I moved my arms to encircle him, my hands scratching at his back.
Then, with a grunt, he shoved my bra down, the straps acting like binds to keep my arms at my sides. He dipped his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
I curved my back and an embarrassingly loud moan escaped me. “Yes, please.”
I could feel him grin against me as he continued to suck and twist my nipple between his teeth, then he moved on to my other breast.
His pumps became quicker but steadier for a moment, then he gripped both my ass cheeks and increased the speed. Between him pumping inside me so deeply, and the feel of his pelvis rubbing against me, I was on the verge of coming undone again.
“Danny!” I gasped. I couldn’t get enough of his name.
With a few more frazzled thrusts, we both found our release.
Entangled.
Together.
Hours later, we still lay naked in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.
He stared down at me like I was special. Like he was lucky. He asked me questions about my future like he fully intended to be a part of it.
The anxious belt that had been squeezing my chest and heart for what felt like months had finally loosened. This was the closest to content I’d been in a while. I closed my eyes, starting to drift off to sleep.
Danny kissed the side of my head and whispered into my hair, “I love you.”