Page 49 of Wrecked
“It still didn’t feel great,” she muttered.
“Have you changed your mind?” Please don’t change your mind. Not yet. “About what we’re doing, about spending time with me?” The words felt like sandpaper leaving his throat.
She shook her head, blond hair slipping forward to cover her face. “No.”
Thank fuck. “Come here, baby.”
When she lifted her head, her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright. The woman was killing him. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she moved around to his side of the table and climbed into his lap like she belonged there. God, he wished that were true.
Maybe his shrink was right. Maybe, just maybe, he could have this. All of it. This woman. This life.
Maybe there was a way.
Maybe…
Piper turned in his lap, looking up at him, open, sweet. “Are you staying tonight?”
“Yes.” No way could he get up and walk away. Not now.
Not ever, a voice whispered in his head. He locked the voice down as quickly as it rose. He couldn’t afford to have thoughts like that.
Hands on her hips, he turned her in his lap so she was facing away from him. Right then, looking into her eyes was too much. The way he felt in that moment, she’d see right through him. “Lean back on me.”
She did as he asked, her breathy sigh causing his spine to tingle. He rested her legs on the outside of his spread ones, so she was open, exposed, then slowly slid his hands up her thighs, taking her dress with them. Turning into her, he gently sucked and nipped a perfect little lobe. “How much did you miss me last night?”
“Too much,” she whispered.
Yeah, she was killing him. He palmed her over her panties, the fabric beneath his hand damp. He groaned. “I can feel how wet you are, how hot. Do you hurt, sweet girl?”
She wriggled. “Yes, so much.”
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, right here with you on my lap, then I’m going to strip you bare, lay you on that table, and watch your beautiful tits bounce while I fuck you hard. You want that?”
She moaned, tightening under his hand. “Yes.”
Sliding his hand down the front of her underwear, he hissed when he felt just how slick she was against his fingers. Piper tilted her hips, asking for more, and he obliged, sliding two fingers deep into her tight, needy body. She gasped, her grip on his forearms tightening, nails digging into his skin. He fucked her like that, deep and fast, close to losing it every time she moved her hips, pressing her round ass down on his erection.
Her arousal coated his fingers, getting wetter with every thrust, every time he went deeper. He cupped her breast with his other hand, rolling and tugging her stiffened nipple through her dress. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You love my hands on you?”
“Yes. God, yes.” She whimpered. “Nothing’s ever felt this good. Nothing.”
Yeah, and nothing felt as good as hearing her say it. It frightened him how good it felt. Sent a spike of longing, of dread shooting up his spine, nailing him in the back of the head. A warning telling him to wake the fuck up. He ignored it and held her tighter.
Seconds later, she pushed back into him, head on his shoulder, and cried out, her inner muscles gripping his fingers greedily. “That’s it. Shit, that’s it, baby.”
Before she’d completely finished trembling on top of him, he stood, taking her with him. He couldn’t wait, not one more damn second, to get inside her. Gripping the hem of her dress, he pulled it up and over her head, then tore her bra and panties from her body. He swiped the empties off the table, and they clattered to the ground as he lifted her onto it. “Lie back.”
Eyes on him, she lay back, presenting herself to him like his own personal banquet. Yanking his shirt over his head, he tore open the front of his jeans, freeing his cock and grabbing a condom from his wallet, quickly suited up. Moving between her parted thighs, he gripped his dick and slid it through her drenched folds. “Wrap your legs around my hips and hold on to the top of the table.”
She did as he asked, heels digging into his ass, arms going above her head. He leaned in, pushing inside her. They both groaned as he filled her completely then withdrew slowly. He watched the way she stretched around him, the way his cock glistened from her arousal, showing him just how much she wanted him, scars and all.
His body wasn’t the same as it had once been. He was marked, inside and out, by what had happened, but Piper didn’t seem to care, the lust in her eyes never dimmed, not when he stripped down, not when he had those scars on display.
You’ve kept the worst ones hidden.
And that’s the way he planned to keep it. He never wanted her to see that part of him.
“Please,” she gasped as he pushed in, slow and easy, tightening her legs around him.
