Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Hayes
My lips are on hers, and my tongue dives into her mouth, my hand sliding higher up her thigh as she melts against me—wanting more, needing more, ready to take whatever she’ll give me.
I can taste how much she wants me. Her desperation for me is an aphrodisiac. I’m done pretending this thing between us is nothing, that it can be stifled, set aside.
I untie the bow on her pants and push her scrubs down. She shimmies, pushing off her shoes and helping me get her pants free. My hand slides under her ass, lifting her higher so her heat grinds where I know she wants it.
She thinks she wants a safe, controlled man? Fuck that. She was made to come apart for me.
“Wrap your leg around me,” I say against her parted lips, dragging her closer, not giving her a chance to pull away again.
She clings to my shoulders, her breath shaky, as she does what I say. I slide my fingers along the inside of her thigh. Her skin is exactly as I dreamed—silky and soft. I can’t wait until I can bury my head between her legs and taste her.
“Hayes—” she whispers as though she needs me, and only me, to take care of her desire.
It fuels the possessive fire already roaring through me, burning up my sanity.
“Say it again.” I push the heel of my hand against her center, and fuck, she’s soaked and swollen and so fucking ready for me.
She gasps then moans, a melody I’ll never get out of my head, chasing it every minute for the rest of my life.
“Hayes,” she moans louder.
“I got you.”
My mouth drags down her neck, my teeth scraping against her beating pulse. Feeling her desperation makes me want to make her come ten times in this janitor’s closet. She won’t be walking out of here wanting the safe option anymore. She’ll finally realize I’m exactly what she needs, what she wants.
She grabs my face and presses her lips to mine, claiming me, and fuck, it feels good.
Take what you want from me, baby.
“You belong with me,” I practically growl, lifting her so her back hits the metal shelf with a clatter. “Not with some guy who doesn’t know how to give you what you need.”
My dick presses almost painfully against my zipper. I’m desperate to be inside her, so deep she forgets every man who isn’t me. I slide her panties aside, fingers slipping through her slick heat until she gasps against my lips.
“Look at me,” I say, voice low and commanding. “I’m the one making you lose your mind.”
Her beautiful blue eyes drag open, pupils wide. She’s almost ready to come just from the brush of my hand. Pure male satisfaction fills my chest.
“Who’s the only man who can get you this wet?” I demand.
“You,” she breathes. “Only you.”
“Damn right.”
Victory finally feels like it’s mine. She’s done pretending she doesn’t want me as badly as I want her.
I lower her just enough so her thighs straddle my lap, and she can use her back against the shelf for leverage. My fingers go to the button of my jeans. I flick the button, and I’m ready to lower the zipper when her fingers cover mine.
“Let me.” Her voice is husky, and I watch her fingers manipulate my pants.
My aching cock bounces free of its confines. Leighton wraps her hand around my length and strokes me. Fuck, I’m gonna blow.
Somehow, I shimmy my pants and boxer briefs to my ankles, more desperate than ever to feel her sweet heat surround me.
I wish we had time for her to play with me. Fuck, just the thought of her mouth on me almost makes me come. But we don’t have the time, nor the space to explore each other right now.
“Hold on to me.” I bring myself to her entrance, her slick heat welcoming me as though I’m fucking home.
She digs her fingers into my hair. “Hayes—”
Her desperate pleas keep unraveling me more every time.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” I push into her in one slow, brutal stroke, claiming every inch she’s been denying me.
Her breath breaks on a raw gasp.
Holy hell, perfection.
I could die right now, and it would all be worth it.
She tightens around me, and I curse under my breath, gripping her hips to keep from embarrassing myself and spilling inside her already.
“You feel that?” I thrust shallow then deep. “That’s me making you feel good.”
Her nails drag across my shoulders, urging me on. All of her hesitation about us has vanished. “Hayes…don’t stop.”
I pull back just enough to see her face. It’s flushed, and her lips are swollen from our kissing. But most of all, her big blue eyes are practically begging me to give her what she needs.
“Never,” I promise, because she’s not getting away this time. I will chase her if she runs again. “I’m never gonna fucking stop.” I punctuate each word with the thrust of my hips.
I drive into her again—hard—a claiming she welcomes.
I thrust again, deeper this time, and her entire body arcs into mine. Her breath stutters against my cheek, and I bury my face in her neck because I can’t get close enough.
“Oh god…” Her fingers press into my skin.
I grip her thighs tighter, holding her exactly where I need her. The angle lets me grind against that perfect spot inside her, and she bites my shoulder to keep from screaming.
“Scream,” I hiss, rolling my hips again. “Let them know who’s making you fall apart.”
Her walls clamp around my cock and my vision blurs. Fuck, she’s right there.
“Say it,” I demand, breath hot in her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
I slam into her once, twice—and she breaks.
“Yours,” she cries out, her legs squeezing my waist. “I’m yours—”
“That’s right,” I growl, thrusting through every pulse of her orgasm because she’s dragging me under with her. “Leighton…”
She grabs my jaw, forcing me to look her in the eyes as I fall apart. “Come for me.”
All my restraint snaps.
My hips thrust forward as my release tears through me. Burying myself as deep as I can, breathing her in, I slam my mouth on hers as I spill inside her.
When she’s done milking me, she rests her forehead against mine, our breath mixing, both of us completely exhausted and euphoric.
I brush my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, my possessiveness settling deep and immovable in my chest. She’s all mine. Finally.
“We have a problem,” she says, breaking my trance.