The coarseness of his fingertips trailed down the skin of my neck sending tingles of prickly gooseflesh along my body. His mouth touched me, two soft warm lips against the flesh of my neck and the lightest flick of his tongue. His chest heaved against mine. My heart raced as I leaned my back further against the cool wall. I could feel my pulse throbbing in every part of my body as his erection pressed against the flesh of my stomach. “I can’t get your taste out of my head, Sam.”
Rough thumbs grazed along my jaw. His lips nipped my flesh again and again, raspy breath, hot against my skin. When his lips finally tasted mine, his savory flavor went to my head, his smell, and his touch. I was drowning in his warmth. His hands tore through my hair, his lips urgent and hungry. Just like in my trailer, you didn’t easily forget this kiss. I was a thirty-two-year old woman and I’d never been kissed like this before. Ever. Kade Grayson kissed the thoughts right out of my head, kissed my fears and anxiousness away, leaving me empty, and then poured himself in.
With his lips still on mine, he walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch. Then his hands slid over my ass and he pulled me down against his body until I sat straddling his legs. His hungry lips kissed warm wet trails down my neck and across my collarbone.
The scorching heat of his skin, bare, against mine had me panting. The strong grip he had on my flesh tightened as he pressed his tongue against one of my nipples. It swelled and hardened under his mouth. I could have wept with the need to melt myself over him.
My hips rolled against his lap and the smooth taut skin of his erection slid just under my warmth. He ground his hips with mine and it made me want to slide my wet aching flesh over his cock. My muscles ached to wrap themselves around it, and bury him deep within.
Teeth raked against my skin, and my eyes fluttered closed as I savored the nip. I held my breath until he nipped again and let out a small gasp as his hands pressed me closer and slipped down into the throbbing heat between my thighs.
My flesh wept for him, his fingers, and his tongue and then when I could take no more, he climbed over me, wrapping my legs around his waist. Gray eyes fixed on mine as he suspended his face over me, his erection lying heavily against wet flesh. He paused, hesitated for a moment, basking in the need, standing against the edge of what was about to happen. I swirled my hips against his. I could barely stand the emptiness that ached inside me and it made me want to beg for him.
Thick fingers grasped the back of my neck; lips hovered over mine, eyes locked. “I’m falling in love with you, Sam, and I’m going to let you destroy me.”
In one slow brutal thrust, Kade buried himself in me and I was lost.
His gasp shook along my skin as he moved inside me with slow deliberation. Muscles and tendons tensed, jaw clenched tightly trying to control the brutality of our lust. I didn’t want his restraint; I didn’t want his control. I wanted him.
I arched my hips to his violently. The look of pleasure settled across his face, and his growl echoed against my ears. His movements quickened, tightened and hardened. Long savage thrusts, the thread and pull of fingers twisting in my hair, the slap of wet skin against skin, thighs soaked with lust, this tangled state of ecstasy was what they wrote books about. Tingling heat coiled in my thighs. The pressure of explosion throbbed along my insides, building and building, aching and aching.
Kade bit into the sweaty flesh of my neck and I moaned a guttural sound as the brutally beautiful pain pushed me over the edge. My body jerked as my muscles began clenching around him tightly.
“Oh, God, Sam…” he whispered fiercely as my muscles continued to clamp shut around him, and within moments his breath struggled in his throat as he stared into my eyes. “Look at me, Sam. Open your eyes and see me.”
I hadn’t realized they were closed, but they were squeezed so tightly they ached. His eyes looked at me with such need that it made my entire body tremble and shudder uncontrollably, as he continuously thrust himself inside me. Pale grey eyes held mine prisoner as he spilled himself inside me with long hard thrusts, making me come again almost violently. I had never held someone’s gaze before through an orgasm. It was the most intense feeling in the world. It felt as if he was telling me something with his stare, spilling more than himself inside me. It was beautiful and dark, twisted and profound. I felt cherished, treasured, and as terrifying as it was; I felt as if this was where I belonged.
That night, over and over again we explored each other’s bodies, tasted, touched, clawed, scratched, bit and kissed in the dark sanctuary of his home in every room. I had never spent a night with someone like that. I never spent a night with someone that made me feel like I was beautiful.
When his lips finally pulled away, spent, it was as if the earth had lost its sun and I curled beside him under the blankets tucking my knees up against him for warmth. His breathing evened out as he fell asleep and I lay watching the reflections of lights in the dim room, fading into blurry colors. It reminded me of how easily any emotion can fade and shift into something you never believed you could feel. In a blink of an eye, fear could turn to bravery, happiness could turn to disaster and hate could turn to love. Kade Grayson told me he was falling in love with me and that I would destroy him.
The suffocating sensations of hands around my neck made me crawl out of bed. I needed air, and I needed to think all these emotions through, because I wanted to stay in that bed with Kade, I did. I wanted my life to start over again with him, and have that Disney fucking fantasy, but let’s keep it real. Love wasn’t going to heal either one of us. I was not going to erase the events that took place in his life, just as he wouldn’t be able to save me from mine.
Chapter 14
I knew I was far-gone when I woke to an empty bed, after a night of continuously shifting towards the warmth of her body in my sleep, a sleep without the sweat of nightmares, only to wake and find a cold empty spot where I hid my heart. She had it too, and I was intrigued with what she’d do with it. Crush it beneath her little white converse sneakers, or with her bare fucking hands? I didn’t care too much how it was she crushed it, just as long as she did. Pain was just as good as pleasure, because it was something. In a blind frenzy, I dove head first through the tangle of sheets to find her.
She was beyond my ability to put what I felt into words.
Something other than the emptiness.
The hate.
And rage.
But my fucking bed was empty. Empty and cold.
Slipping on a pair of shorts, I stormed past the balcony ready to search the ends of the earth for that woman, but I noticed a small movement just outside. Pressing my hands against the cold glass, I could see her silhouette in the darkness, huddled up on one of the lounge chairs, as soft flakes of snow fluttered down around her.
The door creaked as I pulled it open and her head turned in my direction.
“Jesus—Lain…Sam…it’s freezing out here. What the hell? You’re so cold that you’re shaking.” I hovered over her and gather her small shivering body in my arms, “Bloody hell, Sam, you’re fucking soaking wet.”