Page 59 of Fireworks
“I need you now,” she murmured.
“You’ve got me.” Groggily, she watched him open the drawer closest to his bed, tear the foil, and slip on the condom. With his back turned, her gaze roamed his scars freely, from the thick tissue over his left shoulder to the smoother slashes across his spine. How had they got there? What had he been through, not just when the damage had been done, but the healing that came after?
The white marks spider-webbed to the back of his ribs, and she couldn’t help but trace the shape lightly.
Warren’s throat bobbed, motions paused.
“Sorry. Is it okay to touch them?” She should have thought, but she was beyond capable of that now.
“Aye, if you want. Most people don’t.”
His eyes glistened with a sadness that dragged her back into her body. She wanted it gone, wanted him to know they didn’t scare her. If anything, it was another piece of him to discover.
So she gently kissed over the raised silver skin, followed the jagged shapes. A promise that he could trust her the wayshe had him. When she pulled back, she saw his eyes weren’t just glistening anymore: they were damp with unshed tears.
He opened his mouth to say something. Closed it and kissed her instead. The fire between them still glowed bright, but there was no ferocity to it now. Just raw, unwavering heat. Somehow, she liked it better. They weren’t moving to chase their climaxes, but to justbe. To weave into one another. It was the first time she’d enjoyed waiting.
“I … Fuck, I don’t think I can wait anymore. Are you ready?” he asked finally. “Not sore?”
“I’m ready. I’m perfect.” She looped her arms around his neck as he lined himself up.
“Yes, you fucking are,” he said. Then, he guided her hips down, his cock sliding into her, and she’d never felt so connected to another person before.
He was big enough to ignite a glimmer of pain, and he paused. “Eiley?”
“I’m okay.” She was, a pleasant stretch all that remained as she seated herself on him.
Warren’s breath hitched, jaw flickering with a tension she tried to kiss away. “I’m not going to last nearly as long as you deserve. Feels even better than I imagined.”
“It’s okay,” she soothed, readjusting herself to take more of his thick length. He groaned into her neck, and it travelled through every corner of her. “I don’t care, as long as you feel good.”
The stillness was killing her, so she began to move, gasping when he filled parts of her she’d never known about until now. No wonder she’d felt hollow. There was nothing in theworld that had ever felt this good, no person she’d ever been this entwined with.
She saw when lust took over, when his eyes flashed dark and something in his throat leapt. “Take what you need,” she begged.
He pushed her onto her back, lifting her hips so he could thrust deeper.
“I could stay inside you forever.” He was babbling as though to himself, veins visible in his neck. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, an image she wanted seared into her skin. “You’re so perfect. So fucking gorgeous, firecracker. Tell me you feel it, too.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, their skin slapping until she was certain he was a part of her. The best part of her. “I do. I – oh, god!” He hit her G-spot, sending shudders through her overstimulated core.
Warren grunted with each thrust, deeper and deeper, moulding her around him like they were made for each other. Again, he was drawn back to her tits, worshipping them with every lick, every touch. “Louder.”
He hiked her higher still to coax a scream out of her, and then his thumb was on her clit and her strongest orgasm yet washed through her like a roiling tempest, dragging her away with the rough current. With a few final, devoted thrusts, he was climaxing, too, growling her name like it was all he could cling onto.
He collapsed on top of her, head between her breasts, her legs still wrapped around him as they bucked through the aftershocks. When Warren tried to roll away, she tugged himback, afraid that letting him go would mean the end. This thing between them wasn’t built to last, and she wanted to cherish every second she had left before they fell back into their real lives. She traced his scars, watching his spine shudder against her.
“Eiley.” He said her name and then nothing else, as though he’d just wanted to remind himself of it once more.
Slowly, he lifted to meet her gaze, a piercing clarity lightening his irises. She brushed a tuft of sweaty hair off his brow, tensing as panic chased the pleasure from her body.
Because this wasn’t just sex, and he wasn’t just the irresistible playboy she couldn’t stay away from.
Shewanted. Things she couldn’t want, shouldn’t want. She wanted more of this, here. Wanted to see him laugh with Sky again, and read with Brook. She wanted to know where his scars had come from, and when he’d first started realising how important the rules were. She wanted to pick him apart and understand his pieces, and that was dangerous. Foolish, even.
She knew one thing for certain: she was going to get hurt again, sooner or later. The damage had been done the moment she’d stepped into this van and let him peel off her armour.
Now, she could only wait for the inevitable.
