Chapter Fourteen
Brooklyn
I wake up in his arms. We’ve already broken the second rule, and I don’t care. I snuggle closer to him. I never want to move.
He’s stroking my hair. “How do you feel?”
I lean back, so I can look him in the eye. “I’m okay.”
His eyes drift down to my neck, and he winces. I reach up and touch it. “Does it look bad?”
“It doesn’t look good. I wish Hawk had let me finish that guy.” His eyes are dark, his face pinched.
“You did plenty,” I say, touching his arm.
“You need to give a statement today; do you want me to...”
I don’t let him finish that statement. Instead I stretch forward and press my lips to his. For a moment, he doesn’t react, but when he does it’s heated and intense. His hands are in my hair, and my hands are pressed against his bare chest.
He pulls back and says, “Are we still doing the over the clothes thing?”
“Did the condoms arrive?”
“No.”
I bite my lip.
“There’s a lot we can do without...”
“I know. I’m just not comfortable with that.”
His face darkens. “Are you afraid I won't stop?”
“No. No, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.”
Surprise flashes across his face and then desire. He swallows slowly and then nods. “Tell me what you are comfortable with.”
“Let’s touch ourselves.”
A line forms between his brow. “Like you want me to jerk off right now?”
I smile. “Well, both of us. Together. Don’t you want to watch?”
“Of course, I fucking want to watch.” He leans his head back and laughs.
“Okay, no touching,” I say as I sit up and reach to the back of my bra.
“Oh shit.” His breathing hitches as he watches me. “I really can’t touch?”
His eyes are all pupils.
“No touching.” I pull each of my bra straps down off my shoulders slowly, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. I unhook it in the back and let it fall off.
“Fuck me,” he whispers. His hands are practically twitching. “You’re killing me, Ginger.”
“I’m just getting started.” Our eyes are still locked. He groans, and I smirk.
“Your turn,” I say, pointing at him.
He stands up and pulls off his boxers. I let my eyes drift down his entire body. “Enjoying the view,” he asks.
I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes. “You have no idea.”
He leans his head back and groans again.
“Tell me what you’d want me to do to you if I could touch you,” he says. His eyes are so heated right now, and it’s lighting up every inch of me.
“I’d want you to kiss me.”
“Where?”
I lean my head to the side and point to my neck. “Here.”
“I’d like that,” he whispers. “Where else?”
I’m kneeling in front of him on the bed. He’s still standing.
“Here.” I drag my hands over my breasts as he watches me. “I’d want you to kiss and suck and lick.”
He moves toward me. I hold up my hand and scoot back. “No touching.”
He puts his knee on the bed and starts to crawl toward me. I scoot back further.
“No touching.” I point at him.
He smirks. “Such a damn rule follower, Ginger.”
I just bite my lip in response. I don’t want to be a rule follower right now. I really, really don’t, but I don’t trust myself around this man. He’s like a magnet pulling me toward him.
“Give me your panties.” His voice is raspy.
I just blink. I know they are soaked.
“Give them to me. They are mine.”
I shimmy out of them and hand them to him.
He grins as soon as he touches them. “Fuck me, these are drenched.”
I blush.
“It’s a good thing.” He’s caught me blushing. “Lie back.”
I obey. We’re holding eye contact the entire time. He takes my panties and wraps them around his cock, his hand firmly around it. There’s a fire growing between my legs.
“Touch yourself.” He stares down at me.
I slide my hand down between my legs. He groans as he watches my legs spread apart. “That’s a good girl.”
I’m writhing under my own touch. My eyes fall closed.
“What are you thinking about, Ginger?”
“You.” My voice is breathless.
“Me doing what?”
“Fucking me.”
“How?”
“Anyway you want.”
His jaw tightens and then says, “I can’t wait until I can bury myself in that sweet pussy.”
I open my eyes. He’s stroking himself with my panties in his hand. It’s driving me wild.
“I want to feel you clench around my cock,” he says, and I moan his name. I’m writhing and panting.
“That’s right. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I arch my back and moan. “God...Kip...I’m...”
“That’s right, baby. Show me how you come.”
I don’t hold back. He may not be touching me, but I feel him. I feel his words. I feel the heat radiating off him. I feel his magnetic pull.
I’m gasping for air and crying out his name. I watch him spill himself all over my panties, and it sends me over the edge. The earth tilts sideways, and I allow myself to fall.
Oh my god. I’ve never made myself come like that before. I’m dizzy and can’t move.
He crashes down beside me. We’re both on our backs gasping for air.
“Holy hell,” he whispers. He places his hand on my arm.
“No touching.”
“Really?” he says, pulling his hand back.
“No. I’m joking. It’s fine.”
He laughs and puts his hand back.
“These are mine now,” he says putting my panties on the nightstand. “I’m keeping them forever. You can’t have them back.”
I just grin and roll to my side so I can face him.
“How did you ship those condoms? Pony Express?” I ask.
He tilts his head down and laughs. “We’re in the middle of nowhere Alaska. Everything comes by Pony Express.”
I laugh and then say, “Well, just remember, you’re the one who told everyone we were trying to get pregnant, or we could just go to a store like regular people.”
He shakes his head. “God, I’m an idiot.”
“You really are,” I agree.
He kisses my forehead. “When do you want me to take you to the police station? Hawk needs a statement.”
“Oh, I can do that on my own. I’m sure you have better things to do today.”
“No. I don’t.” He frowns. His voice is firm.
I’m not going to give a statement today. I’m trying to figure out how I can never give a statement. I can’t give my real name. I’m just making some headway, and if my family rolls in town, it will ruin everything.
“I’d like to go with you.”
“I’d like to do it alone.” I pull a shirt over my head.
“Ginger...” It’s a warning.
“I need a shower.” I walk into the bathroom. This conversation is over whether he wants it to be or not.