Beautifully Broken

God bless Victoria’s Secret body splash. I rake my hands through his hair and press him into my skin. I moan when I feel his tongue trace the nape of my neck.

“Then do it.”

He lifts me onto the counter and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Our eyes meet and I’m stupefied by his awed expression. He brushes the back of his knuckles against my cheek with great care. “What is it about you, Red? Please tell me I’m not the only one feeling this…this connection between us.”

I gulp. “You’re not.” I tighten my grip with my legs and pull him closer. “I’d really like to make that a literal connection right now though.”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Please tell me your name.”

“No,” I whisper.

“Why not?” he groans.

His lips are so close I can’t help but lick the seam. “I already told you.”

He returns the gesture and pulls back with a little bite. Framing my face with his hands he says, “Break your stupid rule. I need to know your real name.”

I shake my head in refusal. “Sparkles, don’t ruin this.”

He scowls. “How would knowing your name ruin anything?”

Tears prick at my eyes. “I have the rules for a reason. Please don’t press the issue.”

His eyes flicker back and forth as he assesses me. “What happened to you? Why are those beautiful eyes so haunted?”

No one has been able to get through the iron mask I wear. What is it about this man? Why can he see me like no other? Am I doing something different that’s making me so transparent? I’m frustrated and a tear escapes despite my best efforts to contain it. Gavin catches the salty liquid with his thumb and leaves a chaste kiss in its place.

He pulls back to look at me again. “Red, talk to me.”

“Don’t,” I plead. “Please, just make me forget. Kiss me. Touch me.” I take his hand and place it on my breast. “I need you to touch me.”

The conflict warring inside of him is apparent. His hand is frozen at first but his hormones eventually win as his fingers absently start kneading. Light at first, then the pressure builds. I moan when he brushes his thumb over my stiff peak. The thin cotton of my sundress does nothing to hide my reaction to him. Slowly, he tests the weight of me in his palm, tracing his fingers around my curves. His other hand joins in the action and does the same with my right breast.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers.

I’m terrified of losing control of my emotions. He’s looking at me with so much reverence it’s unnerving. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I desperately need to change course before I fall down this rabbit hole any further. I jump off the counter and peel my dress over my head. Now all I’m wearing is a red strapless bra, a matching thong, and a pair of beat-up cowboy boots.

I take one boot off and throw it behind me. “Where’s your bedroom, Sparkles?”

He watches me like a starving man looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I know I’ve gained the upper hand when he says, “Third door on the right.”

I remove the other boot and drop it on the floor. With what I hope is a bit of flair, I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Once it joins my boots, he palms himself through his jeans. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, but it’s hotter than fuck. I leave my panties on for now, because those don’t come off until the condom comes on. That’s another one of my hard rules. I don’t break it. Ever.

I walk backwards down the hall, never breaking eye contact. “Well, are you going to join me? Or should I get started without you?”

He scrubs a hand down his face and groans. “Woman, you are driving me crazy.”

I press my breasts together and trace my areolas with each index finger. “C’mon Sparkles, I really want to get started with you.” My lips form into a pout, drawing his gaze back up to my face. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth…my pussy…hell, even my ass if you want.” If nothing else, that last one should get him.

He briefly looks toward the ceiling as if he’s searching for some divine guidance. “Jesus Christ, a man can only take so much,” he mutters.

I smirk. “Jesus ain’t got nothing to do with this, honey. Although, I do hope you’ll have me calling out to God sooner rather than later.”

He sighs. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you’re making that really damn difficult.”

I’m standing right outside his bedroom door now. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman. What I want, is a good, hard fuck until neither one of us can walk. I want to feel you inside of me for days after we’re done.” I give him a coy smile for added effect. The contrast between my words and expression now match the dichotomy between my face and body. The lines are obviously blurring on his end because he’s now less than a foot away. I go in for the kill shot. “Fuck being a gentleman, Gavin. Fuck me instead.”

GAVIN’S TEETH CLASH AGAINST MINE as he moves in for a kiss. We’re both instantly ravenous—I’m clutching his shirt, pulling him closer. The fingers of his one hand twist around my locks while the other hand pushes on my lower back, seeking friction for his straining erection. We’re both breathless, tongues dueling, moaning into each other’s mouth, being consumed by this electric charge that blasts between us.