Wild Collision (Us 4)
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; Her creamy skin looks even lighter against my tanned hand—her skin impossibly soft against the roughness of mine.
We’re opposites in every way—I’m hard to her soft, loud to her quiet, dangerous to her safe—but we click like two puzzle pieces snapping together, there’s no denying it.
It doesn’t make sense, it’s not logical, but somehow it works.
Some things … they don’t need an explanation.
We’re one of those things.
“I think you like it when I can’t use my hands,” she breathes, her voice no more than a husk of what it normally is.
“Only because you threaten to make me lose control before I’m ready and I always plan to take my time with you,” I vow.
Her breath stutters out of her in a gasp. I grin as I kiss her. I love shocking her.
Kissing the shell of her ear I confess, “You were meant to be worshipped.” By me, I leave unspoken.
Her impossibly blue eyes meet mine and they seem to read what I didn’t say and say I know back.
I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. I tilt her head up, lowering my mouth over hers. The kiss is soft, slow, it’s us taking our time memorizing the feel of one another. It’s one hundred percent real and it rocks me to my core.
I never knew it could be like this, never wanted it like this, but with Mia I can have it no other way. She isn’t someone I want to fuck and kick out of my bed to never see again. She’s someone I want to wake up to every day, who I want to hold, to cherish. It’s a strange feeling, one that’s washed over me so quickly I find it hard to fathom at times. A part of me is terrified if I step outside of this bubble I’ll go right back to my manwhoring asshole ways, but I have to believe I’m strong enough to not fall into that dangerous trap again. Whatever this connection is between us, it can’t be broken easily.
Her hands fight against the confines of the t-shirt, but I’m not finished with her yet.
I told her she was meant to be worshipped and I meant it.
I’ve been a selfish lover in the past, only caring about my own pleasure, but not with Mia. With her, I need to make sure she’s enjoying herself. I can’t be a selfish bastard anymore.
I have to be better.
Not only in bed, but a better person all around.
Someone worthy of the light Mia possesses.
I tear my lips from hers and she whimpers, quieting when I kiss my way down the elegant arch of her neck. I suck the skin where her neck meets her shoulder. It’ll probably leave a mark, and I growl with satisfaction at the thought of my brand left on her unblemished skin.
Moving lower I kiss her breasts, swirling my tongue around each pert pink nipple.
Her back arches off the bed and I smile against the satin of her skin.
I trail my lips down her stomach and a tiny gasp releases from that gorgeous mouth when my tongue reaches her center. I grin against her.
Hazy blue eyes blink down at me, her breasts straining as she inhales harshly. Her pale skin is slightly damp with perspiration and her lips tremble as she struggles to stay quiet.
I slide my fingers into her pussy and her body clenches around them.
“Hollis,” my name a prayer on her swollen lips.
Watching her lose control could quickly become my new addiction. Guys like me don’t deserve girls like her, but here she is, and I hope like crazy I never have to let her go.
Then don’t screw it up dick head, my mind scolds me.
I don’t want to—I won’t, I vow.
Her fingers wiggle and I know she longs for nothing more than to touch me. I finally have mercy on her and move up her body, untying the fabric from around her wrists. I growl in her ear. “Next time I’m handcuffing you.”