“If you’d asked me, just one more time …” he trails off, and I see that not only are my words like stars, but that we are also like stars, shooting stars. Passing comets in the night. We came so close to being wrapped up in one another inextricably, forever. “I would’ve stayed.” He actually finishes the thought, rather than leaving it hanging the way he usually does, unspoken but implied.
I don’t want implications anymore; I want the bold, honest truth.
He slides his palm down my chest, and I let him, watching as he pushes up Sin’s t-shirt so that he can lay his bare skin against my belly. I know what he’s thinking as he looks at me, wetting his lips, lifting his eyes to mine.
“Before anything else, I always make sure that I have a condom,” he says, almost absently, but with such a gravity to his words that I know this is the most honest and the most real that Cade Grainger has ever been. “Every time I fuck someone, that’s the first thing that comes to mind. If I don’t have one, it doesn’t happen. I don’t trust anyone.” He wets his lips and caresses his hand over my stomach, and I can see that even while he parades around with this macho male excitement at the idea of being the one to actually get me pregnant, he wants more than that.
He wants something that feels impossible to put a name to.
“Except with you. Only with you has my need obliterated everything else. When I saw you in that cathedral, wearing that dress, there was this moment, just after you picked up the gun …” He trails off and his nostrils flare, lifting those dark eyes from my belly to my face. I press my hips down harder and thrust along his length, making him curse again. “You weren’t sure which side you were going to be on and damn it, I knew that if you started firing on the club, I wouldn’t be able to do it. To kill you.” He exhales and then reaches over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a knife.
I watch in abject fascination as he slides the blade through the waistband of the boxer shorts, chucks the weapon aside, and then reaches down to grab both halves of the garment. With a bunching of his coiled arm muscles, he rips, and the fabric rends apart, baring my cunt to him.
He grabs my hips and pushes me down, and I can’t help it, I drag my slickness along the length of him, spreading my arousal across his hot skin. The sounds that slip past his lips are wild, unchained things, things left to carouse in the darkness alone before my demons joined them.
I put my hands on his shoulders for better leverage, but he pushes them aside so that he can take his shirt off. Once the fabric lies pooled on the floor, he takes my hands and puts them back on his shoulders. I see now all the bandages on his chest, and I wonder how lucky we both are to have survived what we did.
Our eyes meet.
“While I was gone, how many women did you fuck thinking of me?” I ask, expecting a cocky answer and a violent smirk, some absurdly high number thrown in my face that’ll make me both jealous and horny all at the same time. “For those three months, how many?”
He squeezes my hips even harder, forcing me to grind down against him in a way that I thought might be painful but that he seems to love.
“Do you know how fuckin’ pissed off I am right now?” Grainger grinds out, letting that familiar rage of his climb to the surface. He pushes me down even harder and we both groan. I end up leaning farther forward, reaching past him to grip the headboard so that I can increase my pace without putting too much pressure on his healing body.
It’s so wet between us, and it turns me on because there’s nothing but my arousal and his pre-ejac to lube us up. Just us. Just our bodies. We don’t need anything else. The motion and angle of my hips causes the head of his cock to bump against the almost painful nub of my clit, and I know I’m not going to last much longer before I’m sliding down the length of him.
“How pissed?” I ask, unsure where this is going but finding myself almost past the point of caring. I want Grainger; he wants me. Whatever else there is, it doesn’t matter half as much as that. This is basic, primal. That’s how we are, me and him. A man and a woman who just fucking want each other, who can’t get enough of one another’s bodies. “How pissed, Cade?”
