Page 46 of Ambrosia Kisses
"Yes, you are. You're leaving me again." Her teeth sink into my skin again, pulling a roar from my lips.
"I swear to Christ, Paisley, if you bite me again…"
"What?" she taunts. "You'll spank me again? So what?"
"No. I'll fuck you until you're so full of me, there's no way you don't end up pregnant with my kid."
"You're never touching me again."
Is that what she thinks?
"Bite me again and see what happens," I dare her.
I'm not really surprised when she bites the hell out of me. And I'm not surprised when my fucking cock throbs in response. Gabe and Haven are standing right outside the winery with a tour group, watching this shitshow unfold, but damned if that stops me from smacking her ass again.
She screeches my name, her fists flailing against my back again as I stomp up the steps, kicking open the door to her cabin. I kick it closed behind me, not bothering to make sure it actually latches.
In three steps, we're in the bedroom. In two more, she's on her back on the bed, and I'm on top of her.
"Let me go right now," she yells, trying to buck me off her.
"Hell no," I growl, ripping her shirt down the middle. "I warned you what was going to happen if you bit me again."
"I don't ever want you to touch me again!"
"Yeah? Is that why you're so upset at the thought of me leaving you, baby? Because you don't want me to touch you?" I rip her pants and panties down her legs, pissed off, turned on, and too far gone to stop now.
She has no response to that, so she rips my shirt instead.
I howl when her nails sink into my skin, raking downward.
"I'm not fucking leaving you, do you hear me?" I growl, ripping through the button on my pants. "I'm never fucking leaving you."
"That's not what you told your brother and your cousins."
"What do you think you heard?" I ask, slipping a hand between her legs. And even though she swore she didn't want me to touch her, she's dripping for me. She can't fight the moan spilling from her lips either. Even now, when she's mad as hell, she wants me just as badly as I need her. She's just as desperate as I am.
That's what we are together. We're push and pull, and crash and burn. But goddamn if it isn't the best fucking thing in this world. It's worth the pain. It's worth everything.
Once upon a time, it scared the shit out of me to realize I could kill for her. Now? Shit, now it doesn't surprise me at all to realize I'd die for her if that's what I had to do. She's in my veins, pumping through my system like blood. I'm hers, every inch, every second.
There's no walking away from that. There's no recovering from it, either.
"You said you were leaving."
"What else did I say?" I jiggle my thumb against her clit, watching the way her eyes roll back in her head. God, she's everything. How does she not know that? How can she think for even a minute that I could leave her again? "Tell me what else I said, Dimples."
"That you didn't want me to know yet, and that you were afraid things wouldn't w-work out." Her bottom lip quivers, a tear spilling down her cheek. And that's when realization dawns. She heard plenty…but not enough. Only enough to make me sound like the world's biggest asshole.
"Baby," I whisper, sliding down her body. "You missed the most important part of that conversation."
"What part?"
"The part about where I'm planning to go."
"I don't care."
"Yeah, you do." I throw her legs over my shoulders. This is not how we should be having this conversation, but fuck it. When have we ever done anything the right way? We don't. That isn't us. We burn too fucking hot to go slow and do it right. We leap first and ask questions when we land.
