Page 137 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
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I drop Gemma off at the house and get the taxi to take me to the closest grocery store. Orrin’s supposed to have someone drop off a car we can use at the house today, which is going to make shit a lot easier. It’ll also give us a way to get out of here quickly if we need to.
I grab stuff off the shelves in a rush, not wanting to leave her on her own for more than fifteen minutes.
She’s safe there, I know she is, but I’m still fucking anxious to be away from her. When I get back, I leave the bags on the counter and prowl through the house in search of her.
“Peaches?”
There’s no answer. Panic spikes inside my gut, but a moment later, I find her in our bedroom.
She’s napping.
A smile pulls at my lips. I halt, placing my hands on the doorjamb above me, and just take her in.
It’s warm despite the window being open, and she’s tossed off the thin sheet we’ve been using as a blanket. She’s lying on her stomach, wearing only her underwear, and my gaze falls to her ass.
Cazzo.
The scrap of black fabric leaves little to imagination. It’s not a thong, but it’s barely more than that.
I bite down on my tongue. Fuck, my handprint would look good on that ass. My hands twitch with the urge to prowl over and fondle her smooth, curvy flesh. I’d shuck those panties off, spread her open, and eat her ass and cunt until she turns to jelly beneath me. Then I’d sink my cock into her warm, swollen pussy over and over until she was squirming and begging for another release.
I shudder, acutely aware that I’m already hard inside my jeans.
She turns me on like no one ever has.
She must sense my presence, because after a minute she stirs, flips over, and gives me a few sleepy blinks. My gaze drops to her perky tits. She stretches her arms over her head with this confused expression, like she’s completely oblivious of the effect she’s having on me.
“Hey. What are you doing over there?”
“Imagining all the ways I’m going to fuck you once your side is feeling better.” No matter how badly I want to be inside of her, I’m not going to risk hurting her while she’s injured. There’s a purple bruise the size of my fist on her ribs.
Her eyes slide down my body. When she notices the bulge inside my jeans, she blushes and bites down on her lip.
My hungry gaze soaks her in. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Come here,” she says softly.
I move across the room, unable to resist her. When I sit down on the bed beside her, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses a kiss against my neck.
“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” she murmurs. Her hard nipples brush against my back and send more blood rushing to my groin. “I want you.”
A groan rumbles inside my chest. “I want you too. So bad, you have no idea. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
She takes my earlobe between her teeth and tugs it lightly.
Fuck, it feelssogood.
“You won’t. We can take it slow.” Her hand slips inside the front of my pants, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re rock hard.”
The sensation of her fingers wrapped around my cock makes my thoughts scramble. I turn my head to press my lips to her throat, desperate to taste any part of her. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She climbs onto my lap, giving me access to all that smooth, supple flesh. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck, baby.” I fill my palms with her ass and pull her closer so that her pussy presses down against my cock. “You know I’m not going to say no to that.”
I flip us over, carefully placing her on her back, and hook my fingers around the straps of her underwear. The fabric slides down her creamy thighs, leaving goosebumps behind.
