Chapter 27 #2
The door dings on our floor, and we all flood out quickly and quietly, muttering our goodnights.
I stalk toward our door, fumbling with the key.
Thankfully, it doesn’t give me hell. We walk in, and I grab her waist to press her up against the wall in the dark as I close the door behind us and latch it.
My mouth is on hers in an instant, and I feel her need to be close to me is just as strong as mine.
Hearing that wounded cry from her lips when I came off that trail out of the woods and feeling her warm body slam into mine made something inside of me snap.
The need to reassure her that everything is okay and that I’m alive thrums through my bones on a primal level.
I don’t ever want to see her that worried again. Her sobs gutted me.
We tear at each other’s clothes as I walk her backwards the short way to the bathroom. I lean in and turn the water on hot to let it warm. Gah, it’s going to feel so damn good. I lift her face to mine and thumb away the tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” I soothe, kissing each cheek, only to thumb away more tears.
I tenderly take her lips, savoring the tender moment. Knowing these tears are a mixture of old fear, tension release, joy, gratitude, and need. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, claiming every inch for myself and moaning at the taste of her. I was scared I’d never taste her again.
Mine… She’s mine.
I finish peeling off our clothes and reach to check the water without breaking our kiss.
The water feels heavenly, so I pick her up to pull her into the shower with me.
We lazily work our tongues over each other’s mouths as we scrub our bodies clean of rainwater and mud.
I growl and lean my head back under the water, enjoying the feel of her fingers tugging through my hair as she rinses the shampoo out while kissing my neck. It makes me feel alive.
I’m alive.
I take a little extra time running my fingers over her collarbones, licking the flickering pulse at her neck as she rinses out her hair.
I wrap it around my fist and pull at it to stretch that pretty neck for me to nibble on, returning the favor before sucking her earlobe between my lips.
The breathy moan that leaves her has me pressing her sex against my hard length with my free hand.
I groan and turn the handle off before squeezing out the excess water from her hair as I claim her mouth once more.
I pick her slick body back up, relishing in the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist and step out of the shower to carry her out to one of the queen-sized beds.
I slide a hand down over her ass to her wet folds as I walk, teasing her entrance with my fingers, and she moans into my mouth as they glide over all her sensitive flesh, grazing over her tight little nub, dipping a smidge into her warmth before slipping out and sliding up across her puckered hole.
She shivers and gasps at that brazen move as I sit down on the bed and scoot back with her in my lap, smirking lewdly against her lips.
“I fucking need you, baby,” I whisper desperately into her mouth.
She reaches between us, rising enough to fit me at her entrance.
“Put me in,” I rumble darkly, breathlessly consumed with a need so strong that I can’t even move.
She whimpers as the head of my cock breaches her. I know she’s not fully ready for me, but neither of us can wait.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her as she works herself onto my shaft, gritting my teeth because it feels so. Damn. Good.
When I bottom out, she groans lowly, and the sound vibrates straight into my balls.
The need to fuck her savagely warring with the need to make this last pulling at every nerve in my body, waiting for which I’ll choose.
When she circles her hips, I about throw her down, but she locks eyes with me, and the love shining back at me stills my desperation enough for me to see through the haze.
I pull the strands of wet hair from her gorgeous eyes and tuck them behind her ears, brushing my thumbs over those pretty cheekbones.
She leans into my touch. I lean up to meet her and brush my nose along hers before licking into her mouth, savoring her taste once again.
Her hands draw a slow pathway up my arms and over my pecs as she grinds in slow circles on me.
I lift my hips, pressing into her, and she gasps into my mouth. I swallow it down with a moan.
I keep my left hand locked in her hair, holding her in place as my right hand traces her pretty throat.
I lightly squeeze, just enough to grasp her and possessively fuse her lips to mine, and she groans.
The vibrations against my palm feel delicious.
I release my grip, letting my hand wander down the center of her chest and to the left a little to rest over her heart.
It’s thudding wildly against me, and I let go of her lips to bend and kiss it.
She sighs, threading her fingers into my hair and pulling my head back so she can look into my eyes.
“I was scared,” she croaks out. “So damn scared that I finally found the one person that I can’t live without, and you were going to leave me empty for the rest of my life.”
I fully understand that feeling. I’ve been immersed in that hell, and I never want that for her. It freaking kills my soul that she was that scared. A strangled sound comes from my lips as I lunge for her mouth once more, both hands crushing her body to mine as if I can meld our bodies together.
Out of breath, I pull away and whisper so many “I’m sorry’s” that I lose count between kisses and wiping away more of those blasted tears that rip holes in my soul.
We may be breaking apart at the seams right now, but we’re putting back together something so beautiful it makes every second of fear and pain worth it. She is worth it.
I will wrench every sound from her tonight and relish it.
I will let it feed the fact that I’m alive and spur me on.
I will make her smile again. I reach between us to strum her, and her hips jolt against me as she gasps into my mouth followed by a needy moan.
Yes, baby, I need you just as badly. She stops circling her hips and rises to fall onto me, and it’s my turn to gasp.
The next rise and fall has me meeting her thrust, working in tandem with her, and the give and take has me panting.
She tosses her head back, squeezing me so tightly.
I think she’s about ready to let go, but I’m not ready yet.
If she comes now, I might not be able to hold back.
I growl and pull her off of me. A frustrated cry leaves her lips, and I push her back down onto her back with a palm against her chest. I thumb a needy nipple.
“Not yet, baby. Soon,” I croon as I spread her wide and lick up her center. I suck her clit into my mouth and let it pop out once, and she cries out again. I kiss up her belly, knowing that she is throbbing for me and ready to come.
I suck a nipple into my mouth as I spear her with three fingers, and she groans gutturally like I love.
It takes me less than thirty seconds to tip her over the edge this way, and I almost come from the sight of her pussy squeezing and squelching around my fingers as she groans my name, writhing against the sheets.
“That’ll take the edge off, sweetheart.” I fill her with my cock immediately, groaning at the feel of the residual flutters her walls greet me with.
She gasps at the full sensation, wrapping her legs around me and digging her heels into my ass.
I pound her for a few seconds before growling about how I need to be deeper.
I raise her knees to her chest, slamming my cock deep, and she shouts and clamps around me.
“Is that too deep?” I pant against her lips, nervous that I hurt her.
“More,” she whispers breathlessly, rocking her hips to meet me, and the sensation has me shouting out in return as I give her my best.
“Oh, fuck, Colin! Yes!” she encourages me, her face scrunching up exquisitely almost as if in pain, but her body screams pleasure.
I feel the coiling sensation building inside me, and I know I won’t last much longer. Her cries echo every thrust, and all I’m waiting for is the first warning flutter.
I grasp a breast and lean my forehead against hers, soaking in each needy mewl.
“Please, baby,” I whisper in a reverent plea against her lips, feeling my cock swell with that first heavenly squeeze.
I steal her gasping cry with my breath and a soul-wrenching kiss as we let go together, consuming each other’s need, clawing at each other’s souls until we know the pieces that were broken tonight are put back in their rightful place.
We lie there, holding each other’s gaze, breathing raggedly, so thankful for this moment. So thankful that there will be more moments when mere hours ago, we feared the worst.
“I love you, Sydney Reed,” I whisper with conviction.
“I love you.”
“Will you marry me?” I ask, searching her eyes in the dimly lit room.
Her ragged breath catches, and I suddenly feel so vulnerable, I think I might puke. Eyes misting over, she reaches up to smooth away a tension line on my forehead. I need her to speak before I die.
“Today,” she smiles, then traces my bottom lip. “I’d marry you today, in a heartbeat, if I could.”
I drop to the side, gathering her against me, and kiss her breathless again. Then, I take pride in rolling her back over again so that I can take my time making love to my fiancè.