I looked down at her while she gazed out over her darkened apartment. She seemed more relaxed, but the tension in her fingers was evident in the way she was grasping her wine glass. Her knuckles were white, and her forearms were pulled taut. There was something she was holding back from me, and I wanted her to know she could tell me.
I wanted her to know she could talk with me.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I asked as I took her wine glass.
“I know,” she said.
“Which means that whatever’s on your mind right now, we can sit and discuss it.”
I took her hands within mine and turned her toward me. Her eyes were plagued with a darkness I’d never seen before in her stare, and it was beginning to worry me. I studied the way she clutched my hands. The way her arms were trembling from the exertion of her grip. I brought her hands to my lips to kiss them, trying to melt away the fear and anguish that was gripping her soft, supple body.
“Just say it,” I said, whispering. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”
I saw tears crest her eyes, and in that moment, I felt like the knight she always proclaimed I was to her. She was crumbling right in front of my eyes, and she was comfortable doing it. She took a small step toward me, her eyes never leaving mine as her neck craned to keep me in her vision.
But the moment she jumped up and slammed her lips into mine, we both sank to the floor as the heat and electricity took us to our knees.
Chapter 26
Hailey
Our bodies rushed to the floor of my apartment as he hoisted himself on top of me. Our lips battled for dominance as I pushed his suit coat from his shoulders. I could feel every muscle of his body heating up as my hands caressed every part of him I could touch, and as his hands crept up underneath my shirt, I could feel my body giving way to him.
His touch was life-giving. It coursed through my veins a beating drum that shook my body alive. Never in my life had I felt this beautiful and this loved in the arms of a man before, and every single gulp I drank of him healed a part of me I refused to acknowledge was damaged. With each passing second as his hands traveled along my body, I could feel my soul repairing itself. I could feel my heart reverting back to the song it used to sing before my parents abandoned me.
Before I moved to L.A.
Before I realized the horrors this world was capable of.
His lips traveled along my cheek, kissing and nipping as he found his way to my neck. My arms rushed his back, raking my fingertips along his clothed body while his lips peppered me with kisses. I could feel his tongue rushing up the pulse point of my neck as my legs wrapped around his waist, and before he could lap up another part of my body, I rolled us over so he was on his back.
My lips connected with his before I pulled my shirt over my head. His hands traveled my thighs. My ass. My waist. Drawing my curves with the palms of his large hands while my lips traveled to his neck. I sucked in patches of skin, marking him as mine while low groans escaped from between his perfect lips. I could feel his fingertips unzipping my pencil skirt, rolling down the fabric while my fingers worked desperately to unbutton his shirt.
He rolled us over again and quickly pulled my legs free from that damn skirt. I sighed with relief when he pulled off his shirt, his muscles glazed with the light of the moon, and I sat up to meet him. My hands ran up his torso, feeling every sinewy muscle jump at my touch before I rested my lips against his chest. Kiss after kiss was planted onto his skin, and for a moment, we both froze. He was on his knees, and I was sitting on my ass while the darkness of my small apartment consumed us. We were both struggling for air amidst the dark waters that dinner had tossed us into, and I wanted to put the entire thing behind us.
I wanted to enjoy him the way I knew he wanted to enjoy me.
His hands slowly slid around my back and unhooked my bra. I tossed the garment to the side, baring my body for him as my hands sank to his pants. One by one, we slid the rest of each other’s clothes off before he laid me back down on the floor, his lips ghosting over mine while my hands roamed his muscles.
His tongue slipped between my lips, his hands massaging my body. Every crevice of my shaking form was touched by him as he seated himself between my legs. I held him tightly around his neck, pulling him deeper and deeper. I began rolling my hips into his, and soon, he was slipping deep into my body while we both groaned into each other’s lips.
“I love you, Bryan,” I said breathlessly.
“And I love you, Hailey.”
His hips rolled into mine, surging my veins with an electric force not even the sky itself could rain down on us. I locked my legs around his, pulling him closer to me, my hands taking in every single inch of him I could reach. I couldn't stop touching him. Couldn't stop feeling him. His back, his arms, his legs, his waist, all of it working in tandem with each other to bring me the pleasure I was feeling right now.
The pleasure I always felt when I was in his arms.
“The things you do to me,” he said into my skin. “Oh, fuck.”
I pressed my hands onto his chest and pushed him off me. I scurried up onto my knees, dipping my face to his throbbing cock as I slowly took him between my lips. He scooted himself back up against the front door, his body shivering as I lavished him with my tongue. I could feel my arousal dripping down the insides of my thighs as I laid onto my stomach, taking him deeper and deeper as he grew against my teeth.
“Hailey. Oh, shit.”
I loved his sounds. I loved the way he said my name. Every part of him was something new to explore as my fingertips danced along the inside of his chiseled thighs. I could feel his hips rolling into me as I sucked him, his twitching thickness applauding me as I ran my tongue around every single inch of him.
I felt his hand run through the short pink spikes of my hair, trying desperately to find something to cling to while my hands roamed up his chest.