Page 61 of Love Me

I bite into her neck, and she scratches at my back while we keep up a frenzied rhythm.

She’s almost there, and I’ll be damned if I come before her. I place my thumb against her lips, and she immediately opens, licking and sucking at the tip. That’s hot as fuck, making it even harder for me not to come on the spot. Gliding it down her chin, past the valley of her breasts, until I reach my destination. I press it down on her clit, strumming it.

“I am…”

“I know, baby. Kiss me.”

Mouths clashing, our kiss is as wild as our fucking: desperate and needy.

She constricts around me, coming apart in my arms. Her release pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into sweet paradise.

Breathing hard, I need a moment to compose myself, but my need for her is not even minimally quenched.

I kiss the tip of her nose and her eyelids, peppering kisses all over her face.

She sighs contentedly, snuggling into me. I stroke down her spine, staying inside of her, and I brush a kiss on her shoulder. Breathing her in, I close my eyes for a moment, powerful emotions punching at my chest.

Nothing else matters but the feel of my woman safely tucked in my arms after that intense experience we shared––our bodies coming together and our hearts connecting. She caresses my arm, threading her fingers through my hair.

In the silence, the familiar intimacy and sense of comfort stretch, creating my heaven on earth.

“That wasn’t fucking.” She whispers to the sky above, and I chuckle.

“No.”

“I hated the thought… you know…”

“Celine, don’t you get it? It’s only you for me.”

“Then stop. Please stop.”

My chest fills with emotions, threatening to spill over.

“You don’t understand––”

“I don’t even want to understand what could make you put your life in danger like that.”

I lost you. I didn’t care. There are things I can’t control swirling in my head, dragging me into the pit of darkness.

“Racing is something I can control.”

She lets out a deep breath. “Then this was a mistake.”

Her words stab me, killing me renewed.

She pushes away from me, shutting herself off from me again. A few minutes of serenity. That’s all I get after the years I have spent in hell. It’s cruel to dangle happiness and peace before me only to snatch them back.

She puts her clothes on, mumbling under her breath. Yanking the car door open, she shuts it with more force than necessary.

I pull my jeans up, then my shirt, and get inside the car. It smells like her and the heady scent of sex.

“Did you think you could manipulate me?”

The thought alone torches my insides. I grip the wheel, and she puts her cheek on her palm, her elbow resting against the window.

“I guess it didn’t work,” I gnash into her silence.

She shoots me an angry look, and I speed away, more torn than before.

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