Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Danika
Laying on my bed, I stare at the stars on my ceiling. You don’t deserve to look at the cute stars. Shut up, devil brain. I didn’t do anything wrong.
No, the only thing I did was turn two perfectly happy people into two perfectly miserable people. I didn’t think I would miss Arden but I haven’t had his touch for almost three nights and that is sending me into a spiral I had no idea could ever happen.
We’re just fuck buddies. No, he doesn’t like that. We’re two people who enjoy discovering and pleasuring each other’s bodies. It doesn’t need to be deeper than that.
Taking a deep breath, I push the covers off of me and creep toward my door. I had heard Arden shuffling around in the kitchen earlier but it sounds like he’s gone back to his bedroom by now. I only hope he’s still awake. Only hope he actually wants to see me.
I open my door and am met with pitch blackness, even underneath Arden’s door. It’s only eleven pm. There’s no way he’s actually asleep.
I continue to tiptoe toward his door, listening at the wood. I hear the dull tones of music and voices, like he’s scrolling through social media. Perfect.
Okay, Dani. Get your sexy, groveling gameface on.
I don’t bother knocking, instead I open the door slightly and peek my head in the crack. Arden is laying in bed, his face is lit up by his phone, and he looks at me as I peek in.
“Hi,” I say first, breaking the ice.
“Hi.”
His tone isn’t exactly pleased but it’s not a dismissal either. I take that as a sign that he’s not going to kick my ass out the door and I slide my whole body in, closing the door behind me.
Arden turns off his phone and puts it down. The only light now is from the shadows cast by the streetlights through the windows. I want him to say something first but I know he won’t. He wants me to spill out exactly what I’m doing there. He’s not going to give an inch until I do.
I take a step forward, then another. “Are you busy?”
He looks at me then sits up in the bed. “Not at the minute. What are you doing?”
“I thought we could do what we do best?”
“Piss each other off?”
Thank god, he’s in a teasing mood. Maybe that means he’ll give me what I want without having a conversation about it afterward.
“I was thinking we can do the other thing we’re good at.” I take another step back and Arden scoots to the side of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Perfect.
Without prompting, I drop to my knees and take two tentative crawls toward where he’s sitting. Arden growls deeply.
“Fuck, brat. Get up,” he says, but without any conviction whatsoever and I use it as fuel to keep going.
With a sexy smirk, I keep crawling toward him until I’m directly in front, kneeling between his open legs. I look up at him from underneath my eyelashes. “You want me to get up?”
Arden looks down at me, cupping my neck with his hand and running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Too bad,” I say, giving his thumb a gentle bite and leaning up to graze him through his underwear.
Arden maintains eye contact but his jaw twitches.
Before he can protest again, I pull his underwear down to where I need it and capture him in my mouth.
Arden groans loudly and I keep moving, up and down, not giving him time to tell me to stop.
I keep the movements going for a few seconds and Arden is panting my name, making me even more bold. I use my other hand to help get him there faster but before I can make any more moves, Arden’s gripping me from underneath my arms and yanking me up.
“Enough,” Arden growls, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. His mouth is punishing against mine and I know he’s holding onto that resentment but I welcome it. There’s nothing more passionate than a man in heat.
Arden shifts us, without disconnecting our lips, until we’re laying on the bed and I’m underneath his warmth. He makes quick work of my shorts and underwear and I push off the rest of his clothes. We’re a writhing sweating mess and I realize this is the best chaos we could ever create, together.
Arden’s kisses are bruising and I give it right back as I attack his neck. Arden sheaths himself and gets into position above me, looking me directly in the eyes.
“Say we’re more.”
His words break me from my passion fog. “What?”
“Tell me we’re more than fuck buddies. Tell me we’re more.”
This is the sex talking. People say the craziest things when we’re in the heat of the moment.
I want you, Danika. I’ve always wanted you.
Damn, devil brain. Wrong fucking time.
I shake my head to rid myself of that particular memory as Arden grunts on top of me. “No?”
“Oh, no I didn’t–”
Arden immediately pulls back, sitting on his heels. “What the fuck, Dani. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?” I lean up on my elbows, not caring at all that I’m topless. “What am I doing?”
“I need you, Dani. Don’t you get that? I meant what I said last night. I’ve always wanted you. Always needed you. It’s always been you. Just tell me you understand that. You don’t have to say it back but fuck, I need you to acknowledge it.”
Okay, Arden. Okay. “I understand.” I sit up, putting my arms around his neck.
He holds my gaze and I can tell he wants to give in to me but he won’t yet.
Not until he gets what he wants from me.
“I hear you.” I kiss his neck. “I see you.” I kiss the other side.
“I feel you.” I lick from his collarbone to his earlobe and Arden rolls his neck to give me all the access I need.
His eyes are pinched shut. Pulling up a little bit more, I whisper in his ear, “I want you.”
That’s all it takes for Arden to break. He kisses me again and then he’s inside of me, moving us together in a rhythm that I never want to end. We are so in sync, it’s as if his body was made for giving mine pleasure.
We keep moving together until we’re both spent, Arden using his fingers to make sure I finish at the same time as him and it’s absolute, complete ecstasy.
When we finish, Arden rolls off of me and disposes of the condom, using a napkin to wipe himself off. He’s looking at me from the side of the bed but I haven’t moved an inch. “Aren’t you going to leave?”
He doesn’t mean it harshly.
“I was thinking I’d stay. If that’s okay.”
He barely contains his grin. “Yeah, brat. It’s okay.”
He crawls back into the bed and I turn on my side, allowing him to pull me against him as tightly as he can. I fall asleep using his right arm as my pillow and his left as a blanket. And I try my hardest to ignore how fucking right he feels.