Page 71 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
“Of course.”
She darts her tongue out, tracing the outside of my mouth. My dick stiffens in my pants, and blood rushes to my ears. In one motion, I twist my body, clutching the sides of her hips, and bring her into my lap.
She lets out a soft yelp.
“Fuck, Lina. You drive me crazy,” I groan, rocking her back on forth while she straddles my growing cock.
Looping her arms around my neck, she giggles. “I don’t know if we should continue doing this.” It’s completely not convincing, but there is some truth behind it.
Bringing my hands to the sides of her face, I cup her cheeks as she lowers to kiss me. “It feels so good, though.”
Lina’s hips move back and forth in my lap, causing the friction I know she likes. Releasing her to move how she wants, I slip my hands under her shirt.
“Oh, Carter,” she purrs as I massage both soft peaks of her breasts.
I feel her nipples pebble under my fingertips, making my mouth water. With my forearms, I lift her shirt, exposing her perky, full tits. She continues to rub and grind over my jeans.
“Your skin is so sweet.” I nibble and suck—getting lost in the moment. My face buried between her breasts, I lick all over her chest, desperate to taste every part of her. But then I remember—we’re in the living room. I freeze.
“Alright, but this seriously has to be the last time.” She weavesher fingers through the hair on the back of my head.
There’s no conviction behind her voice, but I know she’s right. I lift and lock my eyes with hers—the only things I can see in this dark room. “I fly out early tomorrow.”
Her eyes lower as she tucks herself back into her shirt. “Okay.”
I want to stay the night—not because she’s sick or scared of a storm, but because it feels like I should be here. But I can’t bring up the possibility of staying over. She is too timid for that.
I’m quickly realizing that my feelings are significantly ahead of hers. I still have no idea how this would work, but I’m comfortable living in our little comfort fantasy for the time being. Whatever we’re doing, we’re not verbalizing it—we’re hooking up. But to reduce how I feel to those two words feels inaccurate.
Lina is my endgame. She is not a quick fuck or a hookup buddy. I will wait for as long or as short as I have to for both of us to come to terms with how my body pains for her and how deeply she wants mine.
Raising to a stand, I adjust myself before looking back at her. Her lips are puffy and swollen, and she has red marks all over her chest. My dick swells all over again.
I sense Lina’s eyes on me as I grab my coat and take the two steps from the sunken living room toward the front door.
I turn back one more time to see the side of her mouth lifted into a slight smile. “Happy landings, Captain Hernandez.”
Fuck. She’s perfect.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lina
Carter slams me against the unforgiving wood of his door. His hands slide up my sweaty back from our longer-than-usual run.I guess the last time wasn’t going to be the last time.“Fuck, you smell good,” he groans into the sensitive skin on my neck. Chills span my entire body while I struggle to stay upright on unstable legs.
I haven’t seen Carter in almost two weeks because we’ve been on opposite flight schedules—and even though I told myself we won’t be messing around anymore, that promise went out the window the minute I saw him.
My body is not used to this much attention, and I’ve had to take care of myself more than usual. I crave his scent, his taste, and his touch when I wake up in the morning and when I go to sleep at night. I’ve woken up multiple times after fever dreams, humping the side of my pillow like some feral animal.
This is the first time we’ve both been back in town with verbally acknowledging each other. Using jogging as an excuse to be together, I’m terrified to let this game of back-and-forth end. I fight a daily battle between how my body needs him while my mind reminds me we shouldn’t be together. We’ve lit a match inthe middle of a forest that will only end in pain and destruction.
My heart is caught in the middle, free-falling a little more each time I see him. And every time I feel him buried deep inside of me.
“We need to go inside,” I squeak, letting my fingers run through his thick, dark hair. The dampness of it electrifies me.
His tongue runs down my neck, onto my chest, and then over the valley between my breasts. “The taste of you makes me fucking insane.”
Dipping my head bashfully, I giggle, enjoying being coated in his saliva.
