Page 109 of Counting On You

She’s changing her mind right before my eyes. I can see it from the way she’s chewing her lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. I want her like I’ve never wanted anyone else before. But admitting that part to her is never going to happen. If the very idea of getting involved in a sexual relationship with me scares her to death, admitting my level of fondness for her would drive her away forever.

“What happens after this?” she asks warily.

I don’t know that. I don’t know what I’m feeling or thinking. I just know that I crave her. Everything about her. And it pains me to see just how hesitant she is to the possibility of seeing me again after rehab’s over.

“Who cares? I want you now and don’t give a damn about tomorrow.” I cringe at the words. Cringe at the fact that she’s nodding her head in agreement, as though I’m saying all the things she wants to hear from me.

The realization feels like a punch to my stomach.

This isn’t me. I barely recognize myself. Barely recognize my reactions to her blatant emotional aversion to me.

As if to regain some of my old self, I move my hand between her legs, stroking her pussy over her dress. “I want to find that hidden spot inside you and mark it as mine. I want you to know how much I want you and find out if you’re brave enough to want me back.”

At least that’s the truth.

“Kade, what are you doing?” She throws her head back and swallows a moan as my fingers find their way beneath her dress.

Her panties are soaked with want. That’s all the invitation my dick needs. I take in her expression—a mixture of fearfulness and excitement.

“What do you think?” I pull her panties down her hips and unzip my jeans. My hard shaft jerks to life, demanding that it finally finds its way home, as a hurricane of need and desire spreads through my entire body.

“We can’t. What if someone sees us?”

“We’ll think of something.” I slowly thrust my finger inside her and curl it to find her sweet spot. “I love how wet you are.”

“Kade.” Moaning my name, she closes her eyes and throws her head back. My teeth graze her neck as my finger finds its rhythm inside her. “I know what you need. I know how to heal you. Let me be the one who fixes you.”

My mouth finds hers in a slow kiss, our tongues entangled in a slow, erotic dance. She tastes like cinnamon and sunshine. Like all the things I love and cannot have.

I thrust deeper, my whole body coming alive as I drag her into another kiss. “Is this what you like?” I whisper into her open mouth.

“Yes,” she moans in that sexy voice of hers and grinds into my hand. “More.”

I want to give her more. So much more. I’d love to give her more every day of the week.

Slowly, I pull out my fingers and spread her moisture to prepare her.

“No. Don’t stop.” Her eyes are glazed over, her lips pouting, mirroring her displeasure.

I suck her lower lip into my mouth as I position her against the door and myself between her legs. She doesn’t need any invitation to spread them apart.

I place both of my hands under her ass and lift her up, splaying her wider open than she’s probably ever been.

Her eyes meet mine. “Kade, I—”

I don’t give her doubts enough time to get in the way of things. Before she can protest, I stroke my cock between her swollen lips, up over her clit, and then back down to her slit, sliding into her—all the way in.

She gasps and grabs onto my shoulders for support.

“You make me so fucking hard, Vicky,” I say and start to rock my hips.

My hand fists in the hair at the nape of her neck as I pull out of her and thrust back in. Between my tight grip and the door keeping her in place, she’s completely at my mercy, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yes.” Her lips part and she throws her head back, moaning. Her pussy clenches around my cock. I can feel she’s close to the edge. Seeing her beautiful face lost in her lust for me sends tiny explosions through my body.

I cup her ass and lift her just a little higher, letting me dive balls deep into her.

“I promised myself it would only be a one-time thing,” I groan and bite the tendon at the base of her neck. She gasps for air. “But I can’t get enough of you.”

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