Page 88 of Endless Anger
I swallow, glad that the duvet cover is at least pulled up enough to hide my dick, which is raging from the early hour.
Andonlythe early hour.
It has nothing to do with the fact that Lucy’s T-shirt has risen up, exposing the slight curve of her hip, or the way her body heat is seeping into mine like warm, delicious honey.
Or the fact that she’s in nothing butpantiesfrom the waist down.
Another quick sweep over her sleeping form alerts me to the fact that she’s not wearing just any T-shirt, and she wasn’t wearing one when I left her in the room yesterday.
That’s my shirt. She’s wearingmyclothes.
The hem’s lifted, revealing the entirety of her smooth thigh to my hungry gaze. The center is pulled and twisted a bit, sticking to the contour of her tits—perky handfuls I’d love to put in my mouth.
Whoa, Jesus Christ. Where did that come from?
I’m no stranger to wanting Lucy Wolfe. Most of my life has been spent pining silently after her. Our emotional connection has always taken precedence, but the underlying desire was present too after a certain age. It wasn’t until after we stopped talking that I realized Ineededthe connection to feel anything.
She’s the only person I want to be close to. The only one I’ve ever dreamed about riding me, sucking me, letting me live between her legs.
Still, this probably isn’t the place.
Even if my dick is throbbing, begging me to say otherwise.
Keats is nowhere to be immediately found, which is just as well. He’d get in the way cuddling with her, and she’d welcome it.
Animals flock to Lucy and she to them.
Her family even has a grove of laurel trees on the edge of their property where some of their dead pets have been planted because they love animalsthatmuch.
I steer clear of the grove though, like with most haunted places. Except if Lucy drags me to their depths, the way she has with Avernia.
Granted, it’s notsolelyher fault that I’ve wound up here. But she’s not innocent either. She has to know I’d have followed her anywhere.
Eventually.Right?Despite everything…she has to know that us being apart wouldn’t have been forever.
Lifting my hand, I gently brush some black and red hair from her face. A knot forms in my throat as I revel in the softness of her skin.
I’d go to the ends of the earth if she asked me to.
When I withdraw, she shifts in her sleep, her fingers flexing over the waistband of my pants. I suck in a gust of air through my teeth, tensing beneath her inadvertent touch.
She squeezes the elastic fabric, her thumb slipping a fraction of an inch beneath.
My body lights up in flames.
If she moves any more, I might combust on the spot.
Heart racing, I lean to the right, easing myself away from her body.The action has the opposite effect though, and once space opens up between us, gravity pulls her into it.
Into me.
I hold my breath, counting backward from one hundred to calm the hormones raging through me. The tendons in my neck pull to their limit when her fingers graze my skin, and even though I know I should wake her or roll away, I can’t seem to fucking move.
My focus is glued to her sleepy exploration. A tiny sound comes from the back of her throat, and she dives deeper, stretching, ghosting over the tip of my dick.
I grit my teeth until they ache. Every fiber of my being vibrates with ridiculous anticipation, sweat beading along my hairline and dripping down my forehead.
After a few seconds, her eyelashes flutter as she starts to wake, and I exhale long and hard.
