Page 25 of Wrecked
Instead of telling her how I wanted nothing more than to wake up next to her every day for the rest of my life; I pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me, running my tongue over her lip. Begging to not only be let into her mouth but her heart too.
While our tongues coiled together, my hands skimmed up her thighs and pushed beneath the cotton shirt. Her hips flexed, and I had to stifle a groan. My fingers dug into her soft flesh, and she rolled her hips again with more urgency this time. There was barely any fabric between us and when she pushed into me again, my fingers dug deeper, and that groan finally broke free.
Our kiss deepened, but something felt off. I sensed her hesitancy before she pulled away from me. We'd fooled around plenty of times before, but I'd never seen that worried look on her face. Afraid that I'd done something wrong, I took her face between my palms, "I'm sorry, I got carried away. It's—"
"Not you," she interrupted. "I have to tell you something." The look on her face had ice spreading in my veins.
"You can tell me anything."
She pulled her lip between her teeth and when she released it, she whispered, "Promise not to laugh."
I was still holding her face in my hands; I pulled her close, so we were nose to nose. "Sweetheart, I'll only ever laughwithyou. Neveratyou."
Her head bobbed up and down as much as it could. I wanted to give her space, but I still needed to touch her, I dropped my hands to her outer thighs. "I've never been with anyone, Brett." She covered her face with her hands, and I barely made out her, "Gosh, this is embarrassing."
I had to admit that was unexpected. Reaching for her, I pried her hands away. I wanted to look into her eyes when I spoke. "That's something to be proud of, not ashamed." I held her gaze, making sure my words sank in. "And I will never pressure you into something you're not ready to do. What we have is enough for me."
Something flashed in her eyes, "What if I'm ready now?" Words failed me. I stared at her with my mouth hanging open like a moron. Kenzie leaned forward and pressed her lips to my cheek; my eyes closed of their own accord as I breathed her in. She moved her lips to my other cheek before brushing them over mine. "Make love to me, Brett."
Now, what sane man could resist a request like that? I searched her face for hesitancy but couldn't find a single ounce. Her hair felt like silk as I threaded my fingers in her strands. I pulled her to me and covered her mouth with my own. The feel of her tongue lapping against mine sent shock-waves through me.
My hands slid down her back until it reached the hem of her shirt, I waited a second before I pulled it over her head and threw it to the floor. I flipped us over, pushed onto my knees so I could properly admire the beauty before me.
Her thick mass of chocolate hair fell like a halo around her head, and it was fitting. By all accounts, she was an angel, my saving grace. I'd found her when I thought I'd lost everything. My gaze set off at a slow perusal of her magnificent body. I didn't know what I did to deserve her, but there was no way I was ever letting her go.
I kissed every inch of skin on display, and it didn't matter how desperately I needed it, I didn't take my own pleasure until she was satisfied two times over. When I finally covered her body with mine, I knew that I would never be the same again. She gave me the most precious gift, and in return, I gave her my heart.
Breathless, we toppled over. Our limbs, much like our souls, a tangled mess. I pushed onto my elbow and immediately got lost in Kenzie's eyes. "You okay?" I asked after a few breaths.
She beamed up at me, causing my heart to swell. After she lifted onto her elbow too, she pressed her mouth to mine for a quick kiss. Her breath blew over my lips as she whispered, "Perfect."
Gently, I brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "You're so damn beautiful," I murmured against her lips. Resisting the urge to kiss her senseless, I pulled back slightly to watch the blush settle in her cheeks, and her lips lift into a shy smile.
"I love it when you look at me like that," she confessed.
"Like what?"
Kenzie's smile grew even wider. "Like I'm your entire world, and you can't bear to let me go."
I brushed my fingertips over her cheek, "You are and I can't." Pushing my fingers into her hair, I cupped the back of her head and pulled her face to mine. Against her mouth, I pleaded, "Tell me you'll always be mine?"
"Forever," feather-soft kisses stole my breath, "I'll love you forever, Brett."
I woke with a start, my heart desperately trying to get out of my chest. My eyes snapped to the bed, and a sigh of relief escaped when I saw that Kenzie was asleep. Her words still echoed in my mind. I wanted to tell her that I could never hate her. As I watched her sleeping form, my fingers twitched, they ached to touch her, to feel her.
The walls around me shifted, and I couldn't breathe. I jumped up and didn't stop running until everything burned. Twigs and leaves crunched beneath my feet, my chest heaved, and breathing became near impossible. Still, I didn't stop.
Eventually, my legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees. With my head hanging, I begged for the ache in me to go away. It was as if all the pain and anger I'd stored away for years came rushing out of me in one fell swoop and it was too much to handle.
Tiny bursts of sunlight came filtering through the trees and with it brought some clarity. I could run as fast and as far as my feet would carry me, but I could never outrun my love for Kenzie.
Chapter 13
Why was my brain trying to break out of my skull?I covered my head with my hands and slowly pried my lids apart only to snap them shut again. Bright yellow rays mercilessly blinded me. My tongue and cheeks were replaced with cotton balls, and a desert had taken up residence in my throat.
What the hell happened?
I tried to remember, but my mind kept drawing up a blank; the splitting ache above my brows not helping matters at all.
