Page 212 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I take every emotion behind her words.
I swallow them whole, wanting to steal this pain I’ve induced as I wrap my arms around her, letting her use me anyway she wants, as long as she doesn’t leave.
“I’m so mad at you. I want to hurt you like you hurt me.”
“Hurt me, Sloane. Be mad at me. Hate me. Do anything you want, just…just stay with me.”
She pounds her fists into my chest and then pushes off me, taking a step back. Her eyes meet mine as she says, “I don’t want to have these feelings for you, Hudson. I want to be able to leave this room without tears, not giving two shits about how you feel, but…I can’t.”
“I wish I was strong enough to let you. But I’m not.”
“Fuck,” she whispers before she wets her lips and then walks up to me, loops her hand to the back of my head, and pulls me down to her mouth, kissing me with all of the intensity of her words.
My hands fall to her hips as I spin us to the wall and press her up against the smooth surface. Her hands push my shirt off my shoulders and down to the ground before going to the hem of her shirt, where she pulls it up and over her head. My hands slide up her sides, finding her braless. I keep my thumbs just under her breasts as I grip her tightly, keeping her close while her hands find my pants and undo them. She pushes them down along with my briefs.
I step out of them, and while she keeps kissing me wildly, she shimmies out of her leggings before looping her arms around my shoulders and hopping up.
I press her back to the wall and mash our mouths together, taking every ounce of her that she’s willing to give. And with the way her tongue swipes against mine and how her hands dig into my hair, it seems like she’s willing to give me everything.
Her center rubs against my length, so I move my hand between us, position my cock at her entrance, and let her take control as she lifts her hips and then slips me inside her. And it’s the best fucking feeling of my life.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I thrust inside of her. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I move my mouth over her neck, talking to her the entire time.
“I need you, Sloane. In my life.” I kiss along her jaw. “In my arms.” I thrust deeper, her legs clamped around my waist. “In my heart. Don’t…don’t fucking leave me.” I find her mouth again and then slip my hand into one of hers, pressing it against the wall while I grip her hip with the other and thrust harder as she pants in between, her tongue dancing with mine. “Please don’t leave me.”
She groans and tightens around me.
“Please, baby.”
I thrust harder, faster.
“Stay.”
“God,” she calls out, her head falling against the wall. “Fuck.”
“Stay with me.” I release her and slip my hands under her ass and thrust her up and down over my length, watching as she tenses, then, with one final thrust, falls apart, moaning out my name as I follow right behind her, spilling myself while she contracts around me.
As we both attempt to catch our breath, I bring my hands to her face, cupping her cheeks gently as I kiss her lips, her forehead…then her nose. When I pull away, more tears fall down her cheek as her eyes meet mine.
“You don’t need to forgive me. I just ask, please, give me the chance to prove to you that I will be better. Please let me do better.”
Her teeth roll over the bottom of her lip as she slowly nods her head.
Relief floods through me as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Thank…thank you,” I say, my voice choking up. “Thank you, baby. I promise, I’ll be better. I promise…”
I run my fingers over Sloane’s back, watching her breath rise and fall as she stays in a deep slumber.
Christ.
This woman.
How did it get to this point?
How did she slip into my cold fucking heart and bury herself there?
