Page 43 of Unholy Confessions
She closes the door and turns to face me, studying my expression. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Are you okay? You seem... wired."
She's said this before, and it didn't end well. Whatever I do, I need to convince her that I'm not on something.
"I'm fine. Better than fine, actually." I reach for her hands, pulling her closer, hoping she doesn't see the way my heart is pounding. "I couldn't stay away from you anymore. I hate the way we left things, hate the way things feel so off between us."
"I know," she says softly. "I don't like it either."
"Then let's fix it." I cup her face in my hands, searching her eyes. "I love you, Montgomery. More than anything. And I know I've been different lately, I know things have been weird, but I want to make it right."
She looks at me for a long moment, and I can see her trying to read my expression. Whatever she sees there seems to convince her, or she gives in, because she nods.
"I want to fix it too," she whispers.
That's all the invitation I need. I kiss her, pouring everything I'm feeling into it – the desperation, the love, the need to connect with her again. She kisses me back just as fiercely, her hands fisting in my shirt.
"I missed you," she breathes against my lips.
"I missed you too," I say, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her toward the bedroom.
When I lay her down on her bed, she pulls me down with her, and our tongues move against each other, or hands fight, each one trying to get to bare skin. I pull her shirt over her head, and she works at the buttons of my jeans, both of us urgent and needy. This is out of control as either of us have ever been.
Neither one of us ever had much experience, considering we've only been with each other, and I've gotten her to let her guard down just a couple of times and show me exactly what she wants. The way she's acting like she can't get enough is all I've ever wanted.
"Are you sure?" I ask, even though I'm already kissing down her neck, already reaching for the waistband of her shorts.
"Yes," she gasps, arching into me. "I'm sure. I want this more than I've ever wanted it. I just want to feel close to you," she moans. "It doesn't have to be gentle this time."
And there's nothing gentle about it. Not about the way I scrape my teeth down her neck, the way she runs her nails down my back, or the way I grip my cock and shove it deep into her core. It's raw and desperate and intense, both of us trying to close the distance that's been growing between us.
I set a rough and fast rhythm, not expecting her to follow, but she does. Her mouth is open against my shoulder as I press in and pull out of her. The heels of her feet are hooked around my waist, holding on tight as I fuck her hard into the mattress, grunting with satisfaction as the headboard hits the wall.
When it's over, we're both breathing hard, tangled up in her sheets and each other. I pull her against my chest, burying my face in her hair.
"Better?" I ask, and I can hear the smile in my own voice.
"Much better," she says, tracing patterns on my chest with her finger.
We don't talk about what's been wrong between us. We don't talk about my mood swings or her distance or any of the things we probably should. Instead, we just hold each other until we both drift off to sleep, and for the first time in weeks, everything feels right again.
At least for now.
Chapter 22
Montgomery
This cocoon we're in is the type of one I love for us. Nothing else is pressing, it's the weekend, I don't have to worry about class, or meeting my study group. RJ and my relationship with him can be the focal point of the next two days. It needs to be the focal point for the two of us, if we want to continue to make this work.
"Good morning," he says as he turns to face me, his voice deep with sleep.
It causes goosebumps to raise on my arms. His voice has always been both a comfort and a turn on to me. I've missed it so damn much. This tour took a lot out of the both of us, and I hate that we haven't been connecting since he got home. "Good morning," I whisper, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
His arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly. It's like he doesn't want to let me go. Part of me is afraid he will, the other part halfway wants him to. After my discussion with Skylar, I'm confused about what the rest of our relationship is going to look like, but I realize I need to spend time with him. I need to give him as much grace as I give myself. We're at a weird point in our relationship, but I wouldn't be true to who we've been to each other if I didn't give us a chance to work this out.
"What are your plans today?" I question, sighing as I cuddle in next to him.
"None." He brushes his lips against my forehead. "If you wanna hang out, I'd love that."
"Sounds perfect to me."
