Page 79 of Broken Dreams
There is a slight hitch in her breath before she says, “You’re not supposed to want to kiss me.”
I smile. “No, but that doesn’t seem to make it stop.”
“I wanted to kiss you last night.”
Our heads inch closer. “What about now?”
“I didn’t say it ever stopped.”
Every time I’m around her, it grows stronger. I want her so much I fucking ache for it. Almost every night I take my cock in my hand, thinking of her. The way she tastes, how her eyes light up when she sees me, her beautiful smile, the sound of her laugh, and how she feels in my arms. Each day, it becomes harder to remember that I really don’t want any complications in my life.
“Sometimes I wish this wasn’t fake. That all of this was real.”
“There is nothing fake about desire.”
“No?”
“Want me to show you?”
When her fingers brush my cheek, my hand moves to the back of her neck and the only thought I have is of showing her just how much my desire is real.
seventeen
ADDISON
This man can kiss.
His tongue thrusts deep and my body craves more. His hand is tight in my hair, keeping me where he wants me, and I wouldn’t move if the house was on fire.
Okay, maybe then I would, but only for that.
Grady moans, and then I’m on my back with him on top of me. The weight of him feels so good, I want to weep. Why do my body and heart want this? Why does he have to be so damn good?
If he kissed like shit, maybe I could tell myself that whatever feelings are growing didn’t matter. If right now I wasn’t imagining that hand moving down my body, touching me where I need it most, but I am.
He kisses me harder and my back arches, seeking as much contact as he can give me. His hand moves down my side, gripping my thigh and pulling it up. I let out the most obnoxious sound when I feel his hard cock through both our clothes.
If that’s a prelude, I’m ready for the main event.
When he breaks away, the two of us panting, he stares into my eyes. “I want you so fucking much.” I do too. “I think of how good we would be like this. How you’d look when I sank into you. I dream of it, Addison. None of that is fake.”
“No, definitely not.”
He moves, grinding harder, and I whimper. It feels so good. It’s been so long and while my toys and my hand have worked for the last three years, they pale in comparison to this. To him.
“Grady,” I moan his name, my eyes closing as he shifts again, rubbing his cock against my clit while we’re fully dressed.
“Say it again,” he commands and rocks again. “Tell me who you want, Addison.”
Fire courses through my veins. He’s not even touching me. All he’s done is kiss me and yet I feel my climax building.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, wanting so badly for him to strip me down, right now, and let me feel all of him. “You. God, you, Grady.”
“That’s right.” His cocky grin sends shivers up my spine. “Can you be a good girl and lie still for me?”
I’ll do just about anything if it means this doesn’t stop. I nod, not trusting my voice.
His hand drifts down my side and then hooks under my shirt, I feel the fabric shift, the pads of his fingers rough against my stomach as he watches my face.
