From the second his mouth found mine, he was seared into me, and I knew there was no going back.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned, the vibration against my lips sending quivers to erupt between my legs.
I dug my fingers into the back of his neck as my sex pulsed, and the sweet cavern of need swelled.
There was no uncertainty in his kiss. It was just like he was. Confident. Unwavering. And somehow protective. Like his kiss was a promise that he’d always take care of me.
Our need had been denied for too long. Teased. Provoked.
This was surrender.
I was surrendering to him. Wherever that led in Vic’s dark web.
“Legs,” he demanded as he cupped my butt.
He lifted me into his arms at the same time that I wrapped my legs around his hips. He groaned as his hard cock pressed into my pelvis. His mouth slammed into mine again.
He backed us up against the wall, the rough pads of his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, and I suddenly wished I hadn’t put on my panties. That we didn’t have a towel between us. That he’d carry me to my bed and drive his cock into my tight, throbbing warmth. That he’d slide his fingers through my wetness as he sucked and tugged at my nipples.
“Oh God, Vic,” I whispered, breathless.
His mouth abruptly broke from mine and he released me, slamming his palms into the wall above my head. My legs slipped from his hips, and my body slid down his, taking the towel with it. It fell to the floor at our feet.
His eyes blazed. “Fuck, Rainbird. We need to stop.” He stared down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I curled my fingers into his shirt, my body pulsing and writhing with need. “Why?” I breathed.
His jaw was tight, and fierce desire swirled in his eyes. “I told you, baby. We’re doing this right.”
He pushed away from me and bent, picking up the towel. I noticed he avoided looking at my naked body, but there was a slight hesitation when his eyes landed on my yellow lace panties.
His jaw clenched and he straightened again. He held the towel up, almost like a shield to stop himself from looking at me. “Babe,” he urged.
I sighed and moved into the outstretched towel. Vic slowly wrapped it around me, tucking the corner in at my breasts.
Vic pulled me back into his arms, one arm hooking my waist, and the other around the nape of my neck. He kissed the top of my head. It was lingering and careful, and nothing like the uncontrollable wildfire that just happened.
“You going to do what I say now and put some clothes on?”
I chewed my lip. “We can talk naked.”
He grunted. “As much as I’d love you to stay naked, I’d have you underneath me and sinking my cock into you.” He pulled back and peered down at me. “We need to have a conversation, Macayla.”
We did. “I know.”
I inhaled a breath and slid from his arms, instantly shivering without his warmth. “I’ll just be a minute.” I walked down the hallway toward the bedroom, but I did it slowly, letting my hips sway from side to side.
Five feet from the doorway, I released the towel, letting it slip to the floor.
I heard his gruff groan and a low curse beneath his breath.
I smiled.
“I think I was drugged,” I said. “I had to have been because I can’t remember, no matter how hard I try. There are only pieces. Fragments. Like muddy memories.”
We were sitting on the couch in the living room. When I’d sat on the opposite end, he’d instantly dragged me onto his lap so my butt was tucked into his crotch and my spine against his chest. He’d wrapped his arms around me like a protective cocoon, as if he knew it would be easier to talk about this without facing him. I talked and he listened without interrupting.
I’d told him that it had happened at my father’s house on my seventeenth birthday. That my brother had a pool party for me and invited a couple of my friends from school, but mostly they were his hockey buddies.