Chapter Ten
Mike
Anticipation hums like a tangible force the entire drive home, intensifying and festering until the moment I get her inside the house. Then, it erupts like an atomic bomb, obliterating everything in its path.
We move at the same time, that magnetic pull stronger than ever, drawing us in.
Our mouths collide in a fiery heat that threatens to burn us both alive. I welcome the inferno, fucking bathe in it, letting it incinerate me right to my core.
My tongue sweeps past her lips, aching for another taste. “Christ, Hollis. You’re so damn sweet, baby,” I groan, knowing I’ll never get enough. It’s my flavor of choice now, an addiction I’ll let win every time.
“You do too,” she returns breathlessly. “Not sweet, but hot. Really, really hot.”
I’d laugh at the clarification if I weren’t blinded by my own raw need.
Our mouths remain locked in a battle, hands moving in an urgent race against time as we strip away layers of clothing, mostly hers, desperate to bridge the gap between us.
Once I have her down to the bare minimum, I flick the clasp of her black lace bra, eager to feel every inch of her exposed skin.
Her ample tits tumble into my waiting hands, the contact an accelerant to the fire roaring beneath my skin.
“Look how fucking pretty these are.” A growl shreds my throat as I test the heavy weight in each hand, my fingers deftly tweaking and teasing the hard pink nubs.
Moaning, she drops her head back against the door, her face soft with pleasure. It gives me the perfect opportunity to take one candy pink nipple into my mouth.
“Oh.” Her hot little whimper shoots straight to my cock. She turns into a writhing mess beneath my touch as I suckle and tease, desperate for more, and I gladly give it to her.
Dropping to my knees, I tear the black material from her hips in a single motion before burying my mouth against her hot, wet flesh.
“Oh god!” Her cry of pleasure decimates the silence, shattering the chaos roaring through my veins.
I groan at the flavor exploding on my tongue, her sweet essence seeping into every pore of my body—a perfect blend of pleasure and purity, sin and innocence. Even though there isn’t a sinful bone in her beautiful body.
Each moan and gasp that pours from her lips is a symphony of desire, setting the cadence for every lash of my tongue. I pay meticulous attention to the bundle of nerves swelling against it and it drives her fucking wild.
Fisting my hair, she thrusts against my face, greedily riding my tongue.
I groan my approval and lick her harder and faster until she has no choice but to succumb to the pleasure.
The sound of her heated cries reverberates through the air, echoing through every frantic beat of my heart.
I barely give her time to come down from the high before I climb to my feet and lift her into my arms, driven by a need so fierce I’m fucking blinded by it.
“I need to be inside you right now.”
Now that I’ve had a taste, I need it all.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Take me.” Her legs curl around my waist and her arms around my neck.
Pinning her against the door, I’m just about to free myself and drive up inside of her when I’m reminded I have no protection. I haven’t needed any, not since Poppy has come to live with me. The sudden realization has me ready to fucking weep.
“Shit!” My head drops on her shoulder, every muscle straining as I fight the overwhelming urge to take her.
“What is it?” she worries breathlessly. “What’s wrong?”
Lifting my head, I meet the warmth of her gaze. “Any chance you’re on the pill?”
Usually, I wouldn’t bother asking because it wouldn’t matter. I’d still use protection, but the girl in my arms is different. She has been since the moment I met her, and if there is a chance to have her with nothing between us, I’m taking it. Hell, even if she isn’t on the pill, I’d still risk it, and if that doesn’t say how far gone I am over this woman, then I don’t know what does.
Realization finally sets in for her. “Why, do you not have anything?”
I shake my head, my jaw locking in frustration. “It’s not something I’ve bothered to keep on hand since Poppy.”
Something I didn’t even give a shit about until this woman came along.
“I’m on the pill,” she says. “And I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years.”
That should make me feel better, but it doesn’t because I don’t want to think of her ever being with anyone else. I want to be the only one to ever have her like this, no matter how unrealistic that is.
“I’m okay if we don’t use one,” she adds, her hand lifting to my face. “I trust you.” The sincerity that follows those two words changes everything in this moment.
Suppressing the urge threatening to unleash, I push away from the door and carry her into the living room.
Confusion forms on her face as she clings to me. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you more comfortable.” With one arm wrapped around her waist, I flick on the fireplace and Christmas lights before gently laying her out in front of the warm flames.
Standing, I take in the sight before me, mesmerized by the glow dancing across her naked body.
If I wasn’t sure what an angel looked like before, I sure as hell do now.
“A romantic, Cross?” she quips in surprise. “I had no idea.”
“Far from it,” I tell her truthfully. “But you deserve a hell of a lot more than just a hard fuck against my door.”
Her expression softens at the admission. “Well, for the record, I wouldn’t have minded a hard fuck against the door, but I’m happy you went with this.”
That revelation fans the flames roaring beneath my skin. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” I let that intention trail off and make quick work of my belt, freeing my painfully hard cock from its confines.
Hollis’ lashes flutter to half-mast, lips silently parting as she takes in the length of me. “So, you were telling the truth,” she murmurs. “You really don’t wear underwear.”
Satisfaction fills me to know she thought about it. It’s only fair since she is all I ever think about. “There’s one thing you should know about me, California.” I drop my jeans, stepping out of them.
Blatant admiration reflects in her green irises. “What’s that?”
“I never lie.”
Dropping to my knees, I lower myself over top of her, covering her soft body with my hard one, and the contrast is so fucking powerful it’s jarring. Yet, it’s nothing compared to how it feels when I slide into her warm welcoming body. It’s life-altering, changing the very foundation of who I am.
Our breaths merge in a rhythm of desire, the world we once knew changing forever.
“Mike,” my name is nothing more than a warm breath, yet it carries the weight of something so much more powerful. It whispers across my skin as she buries her face into my neck, clinging to my shoulders. In that single word, there’s an unspoken recognition of the monumental connection between us, a force neither of us has ever experienced. One we both were not prepared for.
It’s fucking terrifying because I know I can’t keep her forever. That the time will come when it’s time for her to go home.
Only fate would be so fucking cruel to give me this just to eventually take it away. However, I’d rather have her for a short time than not at all.
With that thought in mind, I gently brush my lips against her temple, hoping to convey all the things I can’t bring myself to say, then lift myself onto my forearms and claim what can only be mine for so long.
I take her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, her snug heat gripping me like a tight vice, igniting a fire at the base of my spine.
With each movement, she responds, arching beneath me, her body opening more as she freely gives herself to me.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, my voice portraying my fragile control. “Take me. Take all of me.”
Her nails rake along my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, marking me. I fucking relish in it, letting it fuel the burn and drive forward in a primal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
“Oh god!”
I pause at her whimper, my jaw locking tight as I seek confirmation. “Good?”
“Yes,” she pants, her breath hot against my skin. “Don’t stop. I can take it.”
With a low growl, I unleash the intensity I’ve been holding back, losing myself in the heat of our connection. Each movement is fueled by raw need as I fuck her without abandon.
Her cries of pleasure fill the air, the rhythm of our bodies in sync as her tits bounce with each powerful thrust, driving her closer to the edge.
“God,” she whimpers. “I can’t hold off.”
“Don’t,” I growl in response. “Give it to me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
Shifting my angle, I thrust harder and faster, propelling her through the waves of her orgasm.
I hold off my own pleasure, relentless with every stroke, dragging it out as long as I can until I finally reach my own climax, filling her completely.
Afterward, I collapse onto her, both of us clinging to the other as we both catch our breath.
It’s in this moment, I know that no matter how long I get to have her like this, it will never be enough.