Page 39 of Accidentally Fudging the Beast
"You're everything," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. "I've never neededanyone like this."
She moans, her hips meeting mine.
"I want to ruin you for anyone else, Sunshine." I rake my teeth down the tendon in the side of her neck.
"You already have," she pants, her nails scoring down my back.
"I…"
I swallow the words, burying my face in her throat.
"Trent," she moans.
I speed up, chasing my own release, trying like hell to keep myself from saying it here and now, before she's ready to hear it.
I reach between us, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts, desperate to get her there one more time before I fall.
She whimpers, then cries out, her body tensing before she shatters around me. Her pussy clenches so hard I see stars. The way she moans my name, her nails digging into my back, sends me spiraling over the edge.
I spill into her with a groan that rattles the windows, buried as deep as I can get in her.
We collapse, sweaty and tangled, gasping for breath.
For a long time, I just lie there, her head on my chest, her sweaty hair damp against my skin. I stroke her back, tracing lazy circles, listening to her heartbeat slow.
She looks up at me, her eyes bright. "You didn't say it," she whispers.
"Say what?" I ask, even though I know exactly what she means.
She smiles so sweetly my throat tightens. "Whatever it was you were about to say."
I brush her hair back and kiss her forehead. I want to say it. God, do I ever. But the words stick, heavy and terrifying. Is it too soon? Will she run? I don't know, and that scares the shit out of me.
"I'll say it next time," I murmur, hoping like hell that I find the balls by then. I need her to know how I feel, and I need her to still be right here in my arms after I do it. Otherwise, I may lose it.
She snuggles closer, practically melting against me. "Deal."
We drift off like that, her breath warm against my chest and my arms around her.
If there's a heaven, I think this is it.
Iwake up tothe sound of someone dying in the next room.
It takes me a second to process that it's not a horror movie, a home invasion, or a nightmare brought on by whatever fuckery Colt spiked the cocoawith last night. Nope—it's Dani, hunched over the toilet, retching like her soul's trying to escape.
"Dani!" I stumble out of bed and into her bathroom, naked, panicked, and so hard I nearly knock myself out on the damn doorframe. My heart jackhammers so goddamn hard my head hurts.
She's on her knees, her hair wild around her face, her skin clammy and pale. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with panic, and then dives back into the bowl for another round. It's brutal.
I drop down behind her, gather her hair, and rub her back. She's shaking all over, trembling like she's going to vibrate apart.
"You okay?" I ask, realizing it's the world's dumbest fucking question as soon as it's out. She's very clearlynotokay.
But she manages a thumbs up before immediately throwing up again, so I take that as a good sign.
I keep stroking her back, whispering dumb shit that no one in the history of the universe has ever found comforting. "It's okay. Just breathe. I've got you, baby."
She slumps sideways when she's done, her face buried against her forearm. I hand her a wad of tissues, then wet a washcloth and dab her forehead. She tries to take it from me, but I ignore her, mopping her face gently.
