Page 113 of Set It Right
Falling onto my knees in front of her, I laid my head on her stomach and wrapped both arms around her back. Her fingers carved through my hair as her breath came in erratic spurts, matching my own.
“Don’t go,” I gritted out. “I need you to stay with me.”
I wasn’t supposed to ask for this. I’d given her the levelheaded option. Go long distance. Make it work with visits and phone calls like we used to. But that wasn’t even half of what I needed from her.
The thought of her driving away in a few weeks eviscerated me. Every day we got closer to the end was like walking over jagged glass, cutting me down to the quick. Every moment of beauty and pleasure was shadowed by dark washes of dread.
“Cormac,” she whispered carefully. “What’s going on?”
“Don’t go, Zara.” I squeezed my eyes shut, desperation riding me like a wraith.
God, I had to convince her. She needed to understand I’d do anything for her. I’d love her all the way to the end and beyond if she let me. It could be so good. We could have everything.
She just had to believe it.
“Zara, Zara, Zara.” I kissed her belly and rubbed my face against her. “Please, Zara.”
Gathering her shirt, I lifted it so I could get to her skin. She gasped as my lips moved across her abdomen and my teeth raked over her hipbones.
I couldn’t think of any words that would be convincing enough. So I lowered her panties and drew patterns over her silky flesh with my tongue, pressing her thighs wide. She opened for me, her fingers never leaving my hair.
“Let me.” I drew my nose along her cleft. “Give me this.”
“Okay.” She petted my cheek, her thumb rubbing my lip. “Okay, Cormac.”
I was all need when I buried my face between her thighs, finding her wet for me. Wild, frantic thoughts made my head dizzy—thoughts I couldn’t grasp but understood were mournful and filled with fear.
She cooed my name as her hips lifted, riding my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside her, careful at first. When she welcomed me with no objection, I went harder, deep as she could take me, thrusting into her again and again, lapping at her clit and rolling my fingers along her sensitive walls.
Taking her ass in my hands, I dove deeper, eating her like this was my only chance. And maybe it was. Maybe she’d tell me she was leaving and we had to end this.
I couldn’t let that happen. This couldn’t be the end. We were so damn good. She had to see that. She couldn’t just tell me she loved me and think I’d be okay with her being out of reach. I could barely stand her sleeping under another roof. A thousand miles was incomprehensible.
“Cormac,” she breathed. “What…? Please, baby, what’s happening?”
If she was talking, I wasn’t convincing her enough. I curled my fingers, pressing against her inner wall, and wrapped my lips around her clit, giving it pulsing sucks. Her words cut off into moans, and her fingers made fists in my hair, tugging like reins.
Then she was coming, slicking my fingers and painting my lips with her pleasure.
It wasn’t enough.
Not even close.
I kept at her, lapping up her flavor and inhaling her scent, bathing my chin and lips and cheeks each time she released. She writhed beneath me, the sounds coming out of her throat lessand less human. Her hands batted at my shoulders then dug in, gripping me urgently.
“Enough,” she panted, pulling on my shirt, forcing me up so she could yank it over my head. “Inside me. Please, please, please.”
She slid off the couch, landing on my lap, and I fell back, taking her with me. Her hair hung in ribbons over her shoulders, falling onto mine as she leaned forward and licked my lips.
“That’s you,” I said.
“And you.”
She reached between us, freeing my throbbing cock from my pants, and gave it a few hard pumps. Almost like she was angry.
Maybe she was.
Without warning, she positioned me at her entrance and sank down until she bottomed out.
