Page 102 of Wrecked
She lets out a soft moan as I retake her lips and slide my hands down to her waistband, slipping my hands underneath to take a handful of her ass. I'm burning up, and thankfully I'm not the only one. One of her hands releases my hair and lowers to rub over the bulge in my pants, causing me to groan into her mouth.
“I need to be inside you,” I pant. “Right now.”
“Yes,” she hisses, unbuttoning my jeans.
I push her scrubs to the floor, and she steps out of them while I lower my jeans and boxer briefs just enough to be freed. All sense of reason is gone from our minds and has been replaced by a base primal need to claim and to be one.
My mouth crashes onto hers again as I lift her up, using the wall as leverage and pulling her legs to rest on my hips. I rub my cock over her wet center before I push into her in one go, resting my forehead against hers and breathing her in.
“I love you so much.” I pull out and push back in. “You have no idea.”
“Cam,” she whimpers out my name like a plea.
I move in and out in a frenzied state, faster and faster, desperate to be closer, trying to bury myself in her as deep as I can. I grip her ass, roughly pulling her closer to me.
More. I needmore.
If I can't crawl inside her and live there, then at least she can feel like I've been there.
“I want you to feel me inside of you for the rest of the day.” I thrust again and again. “I want you to feel me every step you take and remember that I'm yours. Always yours. Only yours.”
“Only mine,” she repeats before a moan.
“And you're mine.” I slam into her harder, leaning forward to bite her lip and then soothe it with my tongue. “Say it, Jaz. Say you're mine.”
“I'm . . . I'm so close.” She closes her eyes, dropping her head back.
“Say it,” I growl, my balls drawing tight.
I feel her pussy clench around me as her orgasm begins to take over. “I'm yours,” she manages to get out, and then she breaks with my name on her lips.
I pump into her two more times before I come inside her, dropping my head to her shoulder and groaning out my release. “I love you,” I tell her repeatedly in between panting.
I stay pressed into her, not wanting to let her go. My hand leaves her ass to cup her jaw, and I gently run my thumb over her skin.Home. That's what she always feels like.
When she starts squirming against me, I finally lower her down and pull out of her. I don't even want to look away from her, but the realization that we're in an empty room at the hospital slowly trickles in, and I know she has to get back to work.
“I didn't plan for that to happen,” I tell her as she steps back into her scrubs, a slight smile on her mouth between rosy cheeks. After pulling up my jeans and fastening the buttons, I reach into my pocket and pull out the chip I got earlier today.“Here.” I hold it out to her. “I want you to have this. Thirty days sober.”
Frowning, she looks between the chip and my face. “Cam, I can't take that. Why would you give that to me?”
“Because,” I start, confused by her reaction. “I'm doing it for you. You should have it.”
Her face falls, and she takes a step back from me like I've done something wrong. “Campbell, you . . .No.You shouldn't be doing this for me. You should be doing it foryourself.”
“What do you mean?” I try to rein in my feelings, knowing I tend to react without thinking sometimes. But annoyance still surges up inside me, the euphoria from moments ago disappearing. “Everything I'm doing is for you, to make you happy. To show you that I'm serious.” I shove a hand into my hair, frustration and worry beginning to overwhelm me. “I mean, what more do you fucking want from me?”
Jasmine's chocolate eyes close as her head drops forward. She seems to be taking several deep breaths before lifting her head and looking at me again, that layer of shine that covered them earlier returning.
“You're still not getting it, Cam. What you're doing is great. It's what you needed to do. Butwhyyou're doing it is way off the mark.” She straightens out her clothes, avoiding all eye contact with me now. “This was reckless. I need to go to the restroom and get back to work.”
“Jaz,” I call to her as she passes me, but she doesn't stop and continues out the door. “Fuck!”
How can she not accept that I'm doing this for her?
My first thought is that I need a drink. I want it so badly. I don't know when that feeling will go away.Ifit ever will. The urge to give in is so potent I can taste it. What would it matter? She just walked away from me anyway.
I stalk out of the room and head straight for the exit. Fuck this.
