Page 463 of Summer Heat
I have to close my eyes and focus on what I want, what she needs to hear. I speak so low I’m not sure she can hear me, but I pray she can. “I can’t tell you what will happen a week from now, but I know I’ll still want you.” I open my eyes to find her watching me intently as I continue, “I’ve always wanted you. It’s not going to stop, and I don’t care about anything that happened yesterday as long as I get you tomorrow.”
“When did you turn into this man?” Addison’s question is quiet, but full of sincerity. “I don’t remember any of this from you.”
The answer is right there. So obvious to me.
Because she wasn’t mine and couldn’t be.
“You were young, and belonged to someone else.” I can’t bring myself to speak Tyler’s name. The alcohol and thought of losing her if he comes up again is too much.
Before she can respond to the omission I ask her the only thing that matters, “Do you want me?”
Her green eyes shine with sincerity as she barely whispers the word, “Yes.” She bites down on her lip as I rise from my seat and make my way to her. Slowly and carefully, with each step knowing I’m so close to keeping her.
“If you stay here Addison, I swear I won’t let you leave.” I swallow thickly and clear my throat when she searches my eyes and knows I’m speaking the truth. “This is your last chance to run from me.” I owe her that at least. One last chance to run.
“I’ve never wanted to run from you.” Her words are laced with raw emotion and she reaches up to cup my face. “We’re doing this?”
“You can’t leave me, Addison. You have to promise me, no matter what happens,” I say and hope she can’t hear the desperation in my voice. “No matter if we fight.” I start to say more, but I choke on the obvious. No matter if Tyler comes up again.
I can barely breathe as she strokes the stubble of my jaw with her thumb and whispers, “I promise.”
She falls into my lap so easily. Her warmth and soft touches light every nerve ending in me on fire. But so much more than that too. The pounding in my chest. The need to be close to her. To be skin to skin and show her she’s mine again.
I’m dying inside, needing to take her, but I move so achingly slowly. Cherishing every second of something I almost lost. Every second of her.
“Daniel?” Her voice is hesitant, but raw. As if the question itself will break her as I kiss the crook of her neck and let my fingers barely graze her skin, just a whisper of a touch.
“Addison?” I answer her with a playful air and smile against her skin when she breathes easily.
“I’m scared,” she whispers into the air and when I pull away from her, her face is toward the ceiling with her eyes closed tight. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I nudge her chin with my nose to get her attention.
“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper when she doesn’t respond. My heart races, though not in a steady rhythm. But when she lowers her gaze, her green eyes finding mine, it steadies and slows. It’s lost without her.
Addison nods, a small nod of recognition, but the hesitancy is still there. Her slender fingers pull at my shirt and I help her, leaning back and pulling it off. Then I remove hers, and move lower. We strip each other slowly, each movement met with the sound of our breathing. Kisses in between each garment being tossed to the floor, each turning more desperate, more breathy. More.
And when I finally slip my fingers between her folds, she’s soaking wet with need and rocks her hot pussy into my hand. Her eyes are still closed as she rides my palm and my thumb presses against her clit. Groaning against her throat, I grab my dick and push myself inside of her until I can let go and grab her hips as I fill her tight cunt.
Sucking in a breath, her fingers move to my shoulders, her blunt nails digging into my flesh.
Her wide eyes meet mine and I’m entranced.
Every thrust up, I dig my fingers deeper into her shoulder. My abs burn as I fuck her like this over and over, as deep as I can while I stare into her eyes.
The need to kiss her is all-consuming. But I can’t break her gaze either.
Her lips part just slightly as her pussy flutters and then spasms on my dick. My name slips from her lips as a strangled moan. And it’s only when she shudders and an orgasm rips through her that she breaks my gaze. She falls forward in my arms as I keep up my pace, riding through her climax.
I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her hair, every bit of her ravenously, worshipping her as she grips on to me for dear life.
My release comes in a wave so strong, I’m not ready. I’m not at all ready for this to end. But I swear I hear her whisper against my skin, her hot breath sending a chill down my spine as the intense pleasure rocks through me. I swear I hear her whisper as her lips graze my neck.
I love you.
My arms wrap around her and I don’t move; I don’t let her move either. I can’t say the words back. And I don’t know if she’ll say them again. But I swear I heard them.
I swear I heard her say those words to me.
To me.
