Page 118 of Aftersome
“I…” I swallowed while letting my head fall back into the wall. “I want… I want you to… God, just… Please, give me something, anything,” I begged, causing a dark rumble of laughter to pour out of Mal.
Nipping at the skin just beneath my chin, he then showered the sore indentations with kisses.
“I want to hear exactly what you want, Doe. Word for word,” he demanded. “I won’t settle for anything less.”
His fingers began to tease the waistline of my jeans and I knew the second I gave him an acceptable answer, he’d have my pants stripped of my body in less than one second.
I was ready for him, ready for this, but there was still that minuscule voice in the back of my head telling me to think about what I was doing.
To really stop and think.
But I have.
For many hours and so many restless nights, I’ve thought about all the possibilities and outcomes for going down this windy, bumpy road with Mal. Though everything seemed against us, no part of me could bear the thought of letting him go.
Not now.
Not ever.
So letting my guard down, and setting my insecurities and doubts aside, I took in a much-needed breath of air and told him exactly what I needed.
“I want you on your knees.”
His chest rumbled from the intensity of the groan that escaped him.
“Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.”
My whole body trembled.
“Been dyin’ to get a taste of you,” he spoke along my neck.
All I could formulate was a nod. I was too caught up in the moment and too in shock to have anything in response to say. In return, his fingers and hand made their way to the button and zipper on my pants and soon, he had them loosened.
With one last peck against my mouth, he gave me a heated look before slowly dropping to his knees in front of me.
My mouth watered at the sight of him.
So empowering.
So damn erotic, I never wanted the image to leave me.
Both his hands were now resting on each side of my hips where he peered up at me as if this was my last chance to tell him to stop.
As if I could tell him that.
Not when my body was vibrating like an addict waiting for their fix. I was already addicted to Mal, I couldn’t imagine what I’d be like once I had him entirely.
“Last chance, Doe.” His eyes searched mine for any apprehension, but I knew he wouldn’t find any. “Once this happens, once I make you come on my mouth, no one else will ever have the chance to.”
Just the mere thought of being with anyone else made my stomach twist.
“I’m yours, Mal. I have been since the day you told me to leave.”
His eyes darkened from my declaration, but there was also a glint of something else.
Adoration.
But before I could read any further into it, he had yanked my jeans down until I was only standing in my shirt and underwear.
