Page 31 of Never Going to Care

“I want you too,” her whispered words might as well be said with a damn megaphone. She claps her hand over her mouth and her eyes widen. “I-I,” she swallows hard as her eyes slide away from me, admonishment in her tone, “I didn’t mean to say that.”

I push my boxer briefs down over my hips, my cock springing free and coming up to rest against my abs. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life. Her eyes snap back to mine and widen as she takes me in. When I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, I’m so damn close to the edge that I can’t help but stroke up my length and let out a groan of enjoyment.

Her eyes on me are doing something to me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it from happening. A feral thing inside of me wants out and I know she can take it. I know it in my bones. She’ll not only take it, but she’ll fucking glow because of the pleasure I’m going to give her.

I can see it in her eyes, she doesn’t think this is more than one night. I know she’s not going to listen to me right now. It’s okay. I have time to prove it to her.

She’s going to need the action behind it, not just the pretty words. It’s a damn good thing because communication can get my ass into trouble. Words can be misinterpreted; tone can be felt instead of understood. The actions will show her, and I’ll always back up the way I feel when it comes to her.

Always.

I grab a condom out of my nightstand and toss it onto the bed. When I crawl over her, I hook my arm underneath her and haul her away from the edge of the bed to the middle, our eyes locked together as I move her to right where I want her. I can see the heat in the depths of her brown eyes, the way they smolder for me. Only for me.

“Why didn’t you mean to say you want me?” My jaw clenches at the thought that she doesn’t want to share more with me than the physical. It cracks something inside of me, but I refuse to let it break. Not now. Not ever. She needs me to hold it together so she can wrap herself around me and show me what home really is. “I want you. You wanting me is exactly what I crave, Celeste.”

“I don’t know why it felt like it was too much to share,” her voice is full of confusion as her eyebrows furrow together while her mind whirls.

I swear I can hear the gears turning. She thinks things through. She stays organized. She likes to keep things orderly and controlled. She’s going to find that I am her control now.

She just has to let go and let me care for her and give her what she needs.

She needs to trust me.

I kiss her lips softly and murmur, “It’s okay. I understand.”

She pulls back, her eyes big and round as she studies my face. She gasps, “You do?”

My eyes take in every part of her, soaking it up and tucking the memory away. It’s only the first of a lifetime, but I never want to forget. I know she won’t believe that this is the first of many nights together so I swallow down the words and press my lips to hers.

I want her to feel it. I need her to.

When her lips part and her tongue snakes across my bottom lip, I let out a groan of appreciation. Her body curls up from the bed, pressing our skin together. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better in my damn life.

I shift and prop myself up on one of my forearms near her head, my other hand roaming over her body, learning every curve, dip and inch of her. I map her, feeling the way her breath hitches when my palm moves over her hardened nipple, the way she blushes when I smooth it over her belly, how her thighs come up and wrap around my hips as my cock glides through her folds.

The way her body responds to me is better than any shot of alcohol I’ve had or spike of adrenaline I’ve felt. It’s the trust in her actions, which she doesn’t even realize is there, which jacks me up and leaves me panting against her lips.

“I got you, Celeste,” I murmur against her lips.

“Please, Hale,” her whispered plea breaks me in a way I didn’t know I needed.

I almost pull my hips back and slam into her at the way her dripping pussy is coating my thick length. She’s so damn wet, but I don’t want to hurt her. When I pull away from her lips, I trail kisses down her chest before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. After I swirl my tongue around it, I nip at the hardened peak.

When I release her flesh and start to move to the other side, I groan, “I want inside you so damn bad. You’re gonna squeeze my cock so fucking good. I already know.”

Her eyes flare with need at my words and I clench all the muscles in my body to stop myself from sheathing myself inside of her immediately, again. I fight my instincts, not wanting this to be over too quickly and focus on her. Her pleasure. What she needs.

“I want you to fuck me, Hale,” she gasps when I bite down on her nipple a little harder.

My eyes roll back in my head with her words and pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock. She might as well have taken a fucking machete to my control. My vixen Starlight.

I growl, “You can’t say shit like that to me, Celeste. I’m trying to hold onto some of my control here.”

Her grin is cheeky as fuck, her voice a purr, “I don’t want you in control. I want you to fuck me hard and give me everything I need.”

It nags at me that she’s asking this of me because she thinks it will keep some sort of wall between us, that she’ll be able to walk away easier if this is just physical. She’s wrong though. I can prove it to her.

I push off the bed and sit back on my heels as I reach for the condom and roll it down my length. When she gets another look at me, her eyes widen a little bit, not able to look away from my actions. Do I roll the condom down so fucking slowly it’s almost painful? You’re damn right I do.

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