"God, you're killing me here."
"Good!"
"What?"
I round on her, my anger, fear and lust colliding. "I said good! Fuck you, Ads. Good!"
Tears prick her eyes. She stares at me for one second, then turns around and heads to the kitchen counter and the small purse she'd dropped there earlier.
I'd fucking loved seeing her shit on my counter.
"What are you doing?" I ask, though it comes out harsh and demanding.
"I need to call a cab."
My heart sinks into my gut like it's made of steel and I hightail it over to her. "No."
Ignoring me, she digs in her purse and pulls out her cell.
I take it from her. "You're not going anywhere. Goddammit, Addison, I didn't say that to hurt you."
She turns and glares at me. "Sure you did, and you had every right to. I deserve it. I know I do. I fucked up. I knew what I had-I knew!" Those tears start falling. "But I threw it away. I'll regret it for the rest of my life, Rush, but I was fucking seventeen years old. We're morons at seventeen. We think everything we do is right-that nothing has a consequence." She grabs my shirt, yanks me to her. Her eyes are wild and glistening and gorgeous. "I'm asking you, begging you to forgive me so I can move on with my life-"
I cover her hand with my own and snarl, "You're not getting my forgiveness."
"Why not?" she cries out.
"Because I don't want you to move on with your life!"
I grab her face and cover her mouth with mine. Her mouth has always been a hot and soft spot for me, and the one place I always wanted, but tonight it's my way back from misery. I need her. More than I needed my tongue on her earlier. More than I need food or booze or my iron in my hand. I need my body against her, my dick inside her, deep and wet, just one last time to get her out of my system. Or fuck, that's what I'm going to tell myself with every inch I push myself inside of her.
Christ, whatever it takes to separate feeling from fucking.
As she works my zipper, I grab for the edges of her tank, and ease it up, breaking our kiss for a sec to pull it over her head. Then I take her face in my hands again and devour her. She tastes hot, like the desert we're alone in, and I drive my tongue inside her mouth to let her know that she belongs to me. Right now, she belongs to me.
Her hands fumble with the waist of my jeans, but she manages to get my fly undone and my cock in her hands. I groan as she fists me, and kiss her deeper. She meets me every step of the way, sucking my tongue into her mouth, biting at my lower lip.
Like I said, her and me, we were always combustible.
Her breasts are pressed up against my chest, the diamond-hard tips making me crazy with lust. I hate that I can't have her every way at once. Hate that my mouth can't be everywhere at once. Shit, that would rule with this girl.
I drag my mouth away from hers with a curse. Which causes her to release my dick. The thing instantly cries over the loss, dripping pre-come on my abs. But I gotta get those jeans off of her, those soaking wet panties. Breathless, her eyes half-lidded and hot, she wiggles out of the tight denim and tosses them aside with her foot.
I grin. I can't fucking help it. She's just so kickass. So fun. So desperate, like me.
Completely naked now, I see how wet she is, how the sweet-as-sin juice I sucked from her earlier is running hot again, down her leg, tempting me. My mouth waters, and I contemplate laying her out on my dining table and having a late supper. But then she's on me, her thumbs tucked into the waistband of my jeans. She pulls Denim and his friend Boxer Brief down so hard I almost lose my balance. She looks up at me and laughs. I do too, then kick both things in the same direction as her clothes.
For one second, maybe two, I let my eyes roam over her, take in that sexy body that makes my eyes cross with lust. Oh, the artwork I would love to brand her with. Something with a lot of color on her thigh...maybe some black and gray under one of her breasts. Then my gaze jacks up, locks with those mismatched peepers and I'm done. Fucking done.
I reach for her, around her, and cup her ass. The second I lift her up, she wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her wet pussy against the base of my shaft.
I groan. "It's been a long time since I've been inside you," I say, my eyes tight with hers. "And yet I remember every inch. How you feel, how you smell, how tight your pussy squeezes my cock when we come together."
"Oh, god," she breathes, her eyelids getting heavy. "Rush, don't make me wait any longer."
We're face to face, breath to breath, and as I lean in and take her mouth again, I lift her sweet ass in the air and set her right down on my cock.
Chapter 7
Addison
I feel stretched. Filled. Like I don't want to move, the pleasure of having Rush inside me is so great. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, bite at his lower lip, play tongue war as his fingers press into my ass with every slow yet deep thrust. I've completely forgotten where I am, where we are. It's just empty space, air to breathe while we fuck each other like rabbits.
He groans against my mouth, holding us tight together as he grinds his hips into me, circling, then driving upward again. My breasts bounce with each thrust, and my pelvis is completely slick with moisture. It's running down both our thighs, and I love that. Just like I love hearing him move, the slap of him against me. It's so primal, so uninhibited. Neither one of us is trying to hide our need, our desperation for each other. It's obvious in every guttural thrust, every drop of pre-come inside of me, every suck of my tongue into his mouth.
I rake my hands down his neck to his shoulders. God, his skin is so hot, so hard with lean muscle. I wish I could feel the artwork beneath my fingers as he drives into me.
"Addison," he rasps against my hungry mouth. "Tell me..."
"What?" I mumble nearly incoherently. "Anything."
"Tell me why you came back? Why?"
I groan. He's so deep inside of me now my walls are contracting around him. Much more of this and I'm going to come. "You know why!" I cry out.
"For forgiveness?" His fingers brush over the seam of my ass.
I can only nod. My breath is stalled inside my lungs and my heart is slamming against my chest. Oh, god...is he? Is he going to touch me there?
"Damn, woman." He eases his fingers lower, drenches them with my cream, then returns to my ass. "It's done. Okay, Ads? It's over. You have it. No more of this bullshit."