Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Angus
H er tears shred my soul.
Moonlight streams through the window, lighting her face as the pools in her ocean eyes overflow. I’ve confessed that I’m hers, but when I told her she was mine, her body shook with barely suppressed sobs that haven’t eased.
Naked with her only in her underwear, I hold her as she breaks down in my arms, next to the bed where she just rocked my world. Her tears brand my skin as her emotions quake through her body. She hasn’t said a word. All I can surmise is that she believes the talk we need to have will ruin this thing between us. Until recently, I thought the same. Now I’m so confident I’m meant to be hers, I believe we can make it through anything. But I’ll hold her until her sobs subside, reassuring her I’m not going anywhere.
Minutes later, she steps back, her pale face red and splotchy from crying. But still so damn beautiful. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, her gaze never leaving mine. Presenting herself to me. Her eyes begging me for something. The optimistic part of me believes she wants me to take her pain away and tell her that after we share our secrets, I’ll still be here. But the realist in me can see she’s saying goodbye. She wants this one last night together, because that’s all she thinks we’ve ever been. Secret nights. Nothing more, and after we talk, we won’t even have that.
Living in the moment and pushing future worries into the deepest recesses of my mind, I take control when she begins to remove her panties.
“Don’t you dare,” I demand.
Her hands freeze where they are. I slide a teasing finger beneath the last piece of clothing preventing her from baring her full self to me, touching the part of her she used to hide away. It’s fucking beautiful to see her comfortable in her own skin. My cock, that is always in a state of arousal when she’s near, is growing hard again.
Sliding my hand inside, I find the material soaked, just as I had expected. “You're so wet for me, baby.”
Finally speaking, she whimpers my name. I think it may be my favorite sound. Scratch that, it is my favorite sound.
I slip a finger inside her warm pussy and she gasps. “You like that?”
She nods.
“You want more?”
Another nod.
“You want my tongue, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers in desperation as my finger slowly pumps in and out of her.
“There she is. I need you to talk to me, Mia. Tell me what you want, what you need. Don’t shy away from me. I need you to give me all of you.” I slip a second finger in. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she promises, her gaze still on mine.
“You want me on my knees for you, baby?”
“God, yes,” she shudders, fire in her eyes.
“My girl gets what she wants.”
Sliding my hand out of her lace, I drag her wetness over her skin. She watches my every move. Her eyes blazing as I drag her panties down her legs and drop to my knees, ready to worship her. Her hands scrape over my barely there hair as I place kisses across her pelvic bone.
I stand and point to the bed. “Sit.”
She takes the spot on the bed where she had previously placed me. Her gaze still locked on me; she leans back on her hands. The room is dark, only able to see her thanks to the moon shining in her through the windows, but she’s as bright as the damn sun. Her pale skin glows against the dark comforter and those baby blue eyes of hers are like a beacon calling to me.
“Open for me.”
She spreads her legs, giving me the view I’ve been craving.
Kneeling between her legs I drag my finger over her clit and through her wetness, I tell her the most honest thing I have ever said. “You are fucking perfect.”
Her legs open wider, begging for my mouth. I can still feel her watching me, but there’s no way I can take my eyes off my finger. This is all still unbelievable to me. Sure, I dream of moments like this with her, but for it to be real is fucking overwhelming. If I have my way, I’ll be the last man who ever touches her like this.
Sliding another finger into her, I leisurely thrust in and out of her tight heat for a few beats before looking up to find her biting her lower lip. Her nipples are hard and she’s rocking her hips, looking for more.
Unable to resist, I lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth as my hand continues its leisurely pace. She tightens around my finger, always so responsive. I close my eyes and circle her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her with my tongue by licking her everywhere, but where she wants it the most. Edging her closer and closer, but never giving her what she needs.
When I open my eyes, she’s still leaning on one hand while the other teases and pinches one of her nipples. The sight of her finding such pleasure in the moment is so damn sexy I grip my cock and work myself as I devour her.
I. Am. Insatiable.
Need courses through my veins. Releasing myself so I can push her legs even wider, I remove my fingers and feast on her, pumping my tongue inside her center while my thumb works her clit. When her body tightens, I thrust two fingers inside her, working her G-spot, and my tongue finds her sweet spot once again. She writhes against my face, soaking my hand as she comes and comes and comes. I’m relentless, spurred on by the intensity of her climax, continuing to work her body until the waves of her orgasm cease and she collapses.
Lying back on the bed, she releases her grip on the comforter, sounding intoxicated when she asks, “How does it get better every time?”
“Because we fit, baby.” Rising from my knees, I crawl over her as she scoots back on the bed, teasing a nipple on my way up her body. I nip at the soft skin of her neck and her fruity scent infiltrates my senses. All I want to do is ravage her. But I also want this to last until morning.
I force myself to roll off her, hating the air between us, much preferring her skin against mine. Resting my head in my palm, keeping one leg wrapped around hers, my forefinger circles her breast. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she giggles, and I realize she didn’t say a proper hello when she got home.
“How was your day?”
She rolls to her side, mirroring me, her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t want to talk about my day, Angus.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“What do you say we skip the talking altogether?”
“What if I want to tell you how beautiful you are?”
She pushes my shoulder. “Shut up.”
“What if I want to tell you I think you might be my best friend?”
Ripping her gaze from mine when she rolls to her back and covers her eyes with her forearm, she whispers, “Don’t.”
“Why?” I ask, because it’s clear she doesn’t want to venture into a serious conversation.
“Because I don’t want to talk. Not tonight.”
“What do you want, then?”
Lifting to her knees, she pushes me to my back, straddling me. “You.”
“Babe I’m yours for the taking. Do your worst.”
Leaning forward, she presses her breasts against me, kissing my lips, then pulling back, licking the taste of herself from hers.
“You taste good, don’t cha, baby?”
Nodding, she lays her body on mine, stretching so our legs tangle. Her lips find my mouth again and I let her take what she wants. How she wants it. She lingers there for a time before her kisses intensify, her body creating the best kind of friction against mine. Her clit rubs against my cock, and she gasps.
“Angus, I need you inside me.”