Page 72 of Secret Obsession
“Relax,” I demand.
It takes her a second, but she does. She melts against me, and I don’t know why.
Is she just done fighting for the day?
I trace a pattern on her thigh, then push her top leg forward. Her hips angle down, and my weight covers her.
“Don’t,” she warns. “Miles—”
My fingers find her hot cunt. I spread her for myself and notch my dick at her entrance. My heart is hammering, but there’s nothing we can do about that. I want this more than she does.
She doesn’t at all, but she will.
I push inside her. Her muscles grip me, and I let out a low groan of appreciation.Fuck, I could come just from this. Just from entering her once. I pull out and slide back in, relishing the feel of her. But then I hook my arms around her and pin her back flush to my chest.
Willow fights me for a second. She tries to buck and claw at me, and the prick of pain on my forearms just brings forth a rush of adrenaline. My nose is aching—I can only imagine what it’d feel like if she bashes her head into it a second time.
I lift my chin, tucking her head under it. She’s short enough that it works. She can be impaled on my cock and still fit snugly against me.
The silence stretches forward. We’re spooning, with the added agony of my cock buried inside her. I don’t move, and neither does she. Eventually, her nails loosen. She sniffs.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Trying to sleep.”
“With your…”
I growl. I’ve got my girl in my arms.Finally. But the kicker? She doesn’t want to be here. She’s been ground down into dust by my brother. She thinks I’m going to leave her here after I take what I want from her.
But I want everything.
I want her tears and her anger and her heartbreak. I want her smile and laughter and joy. Andfuck, I just want her to walk around not looking so dazed. Or drunk. Or pained.
She’s in pieces now, and I’m not going to glue her back together. I’m not going to paint a pretty picture for her to live in instead of reality.
I’m going to forge her into something new. Something stronger.
“Sleep,” I say again, just to see if she will. In this new position, with this new invasion.
How far can I push her?
Maybe I’ll find out tomorrow, because right now, shedoessleep. And that’s enough.
22
WILLOW
Something wakes me in the middle of the night. One minute, I’m sleeping. And the next, my heart is racing and my eyes are open.
The scent wrapped around me is familiar and distant all at once. Sandalwood, maybe, or cedar. Like Knox… but not.
For a second, my brain tricks me into thinking I’m back in Knox’s bed. That I’ll roll over and find his side of the bed cold and empty, and I’ll have to grapple with the feeling of not being good enough. Of not keeping his attentionin my sleep.
I roll, but my shoulder bumps a chest. I tense up all over, and then I’m aware of theothersensation. Between my legs.
Not Knox.
Miles.
