Page 114 of All This Time
And then, we collide.
Fletcher crashes his lips to mine, pinning me against the cabinets again and then pulling me into his body.
My curves melt against him.
“Fucking hell, Laney,” he mutters between kisses. I encourage him to keep going by trying to pull him even closer. I wrap my leg around his hip, and he lifts me onto the counter, pressing his cock into the juncture between my thighs. I moan as I feel him thrust his erection against me, rubbing me right where I need him. “What are you fucking doing to me?”
“I need you to fuck me, Fletcher,” I say breathlessly.
A pained groan crawls up his throat as he rests his forehead on mine. “Jesus. You have no idea how much I want to own this body, but…”
I reach down and palm him through his shorts. “I’m giving you permission. Take me. Own me.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear as he says, “You’ve owned my thoughts for so fucking long, Laney. You’ve been the star of my fucking fantasies. Do you honestly think one time will be enough to satisfythat? There will never be enough time.” He nips my bottom lip as I contemplate his words.
“No,” I admit on a whisper. “But that just means we’ll have to do it again.”And again, and again. Apparently Fletcher opened the flood gates when he gave me that first orgasm, and I don’t think there’s a limit to how many I’ll want.
“If we cross this line, Laney, there’s no going back for me. We’re going to figure our shit out, but we’re not going to get back to the way we were—we’re going to move forward. That’s what I fucking want.” He doesn’t allow me to reply, but it’s probably a good thing because I’m not sure what to say right now. His eyes dip down to my lips again as he runs his thumb over them. “Are you on birth control?”
I nod. “I have an IUD.”
“Good, because I don’t want anything between us when I claim this pussy,” he says, reaching between my legs and rubbing his knuckles over my slit through my shorts before kissing me deeply again.
“Please…” I moan, closing my eyes as he continues to torture me.
“So fucking pretty when you beg,” he murmurs before leaning down to kiss me again, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to be gentle, angel, but I can’t promise that I won’t lose a little bit of control.”
“I can take it.”
Our eyes bounce between one another’s before he takes a step back, forcing me to drop my hands from his face. With our gazes still locked, he reaches behind his neck to pull his T-shirt up over his head. “Strip, Laney.”
“But Ellis,” I say, bringing myself back to the moment and remembering that my niece could wake up at any moment, and us naked together is the last thing she should see. “She tends to be a heavy sleeper, but…”
“Shit.” He lifts me from the counter and carries me back to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.”
“I can try.” With shaky hands, I lift my tank top over my head and throw it to the floor before reaching for the button on my shorts and popping it open, shimmying them down my legs and kicking them to the side.
Fletcher drags his hand down as he studies my body, standing before him in my plain white bra and thong. “God, you’re perfect.”
But then reality hits me. I reach down and cover my insulin pump attached to my lower stomach, but he rushes to me and covers my hand with his own. “Sorry. I know this isn’t sexy—”
He presses his fingers to my lips, silencing me. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize. If you honestly think I give a shit about that, then you don’t know me.”
“I know, it’s just—”
“This thing keeps you alive, Laney,” he says before dropping to his knees and lifting my hand from my body. He presses a kiss right below the pump. “It’s a part of you, and that means it’s perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, Fletcher.”
He stares up at me. “To me, you are.”
The last thing I want is to get emotional while this is happening, but when he says things like that, I can’t help but tear up while being reminded of the boy I handed my heart over to so long ago. Luckily, he presses his nose to my pussy and reminds my body of the main event I’m craving so badly.
“Touch me, Fletcher.” He hooks his thumbs in the strings of my thong and pulls it down my legs. “Thanks for not tearing these apart, by the way.”
“I thought about it,” he teases before pushing my legs further apart. “But the last thing I want to do is piss you off again.”
Chuckling, I watch him lean forward and drag his tongue through my slit, making me moan. “God yes…”
