7. Hellie
HELLIE
M y heart gallops like a thoroughbred. I melt into him, our tongues twisting – hot, hungry, and intense. I settle against the hard contours of him, the heat of him. I might be dumb enough to fall for him, but I know it doesn’t go any farther than this…here…now.
It doesn’t matter.
I still want him. Need him.
He keeps kissing me, backing me up until I hit the wall. He kisses a burning trail down the side of my throat, sucking on my skin, making things flare into life inside.
I’m no virgin but I’m not overly experienced. It doesn’t matter, though. I want everything I can have, everything I can take.
His teeth nip me and I moan. His hands are everywhere, and he palms one of my breasts. My nipples bead hard, and I want…oh God, I want more.
Sliding my palms up under his T-shirt, I stroke over the smooth hard muscle. The heat of him makes me vibrate with need, turns me inside out until I’m quivering. It’s crazy since he’s only kissed me and felt me up like we’re at our first school dance. We’re not talking dirty hot porn stuff.
Yet, I hope.
I rise on my toes and dig my fingers into his pecs. “I know we don’t know each other, but I feel like I know you and I know?—”
“Hellie. I feel it, too.” He slips the dress from my shoulders and unhooks my bra. My arms are pinned against him as his gaze scrapes over my nipples like he’s catching them between his teeth.
I lower my hands to the top of his jeans and unbutton them, taking deep breaths as heat pools between my thighs.
My panties, already wet with desire, cling to me and he hasn’t touched me there.
He captures my nipples with his teeth, one at a time.
I reach out a tentative hand and cup his hard cock, making him hiss air.
He pulls my hands away only for a second to let my dress drop to the ground. Then he dives back on my breast with his mouth, taunting my nipple with his tongue and teeth as his other hand strokes my wet slit.
My pussy clenches. He slides a finger beneath the elastic of my panties and strokes my sensitive flesh, sending electric heat searing through me.
“I know you. The fear, the fire, the loneliness, the need for more. The girl who likes to make things entertaining to hide behind. The one with a wild need for freedom, the one who toes the line to find out who she really is.”
The rich timbre of his voice hums against my ear. One finger slides into my pussy, then two. He drives them deep, withdrawing them slowly so they graze my clit and drive me absolutely insane with yearning. I slip away, overcome by bliss, and consumed with ecstasy.
“And I know you,” I gasp. “There’s softness for me in your eyes, fire behind the ice, a man I could fall for.”
Maybe I already have.
“Hellie.”
I’m lost, my body and my world shattering as I come apart in his strong arms. In this moment, I know exactly who I really am and what I really need.
Him.