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“If I can help it, yes.”
I cock my head to the side. “Why are you so terrified of death?”
The way she bites her lip, I can tell that she’s thinking about how to word her answer. I wait patiently. “When you look into someone’s eyes, you see life. A soul. Their thoughts in their expressions. There’s someoneinthere, occupying the body. When they die, all that’s left is the body. There’s no soul. There’s no someoneinthere.”
“You’re afraid of where they go? Where you’d go?”
She nods. “I love life too much to give it up to anunknown. For all I know, we just . . . disappear. Gone. Cease to exist. Float away and never live again. Never taste again. Never feel or love or hate again. We’re just . . . gone forever. Like we were never there to begin with.”
I nod as her words sink into me. I never thought of it that way, to be honest. Death has always been death. I can see why it terrifies her.
Seeing how much this subject upsets her, I go to her and pull her against my chest. I hadn’t planned on it, on comforting her, but it just happened.
With my chin on top of her head, I murmur, “Well, you’re still young. You have a long time before you can really start worrying about dying.”
“Except for the fact that I’m being haunted by it.” She chuckles even though we both know it’s not funny. “Why me? Why can’t I escape all aspects of death?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
“Tori wants me to go to the police, but I can’t.”
I grin a little, thinking of her calling the sheriff and trying to explain all this. “I don’t think they’d believe you. Especially Smith.”
She grips my cut-off like a lifeline. “So, I have to live with it then?”
Pulling back a little, I hold her jaw and tip her face up to mine. I don’t have an answer, let alone a solution for her, so I press my lips to hers. She groans her approval against my mouth and slides her hands up under my shirt, running her fingertips over my abs.
For a second, I’m reminded of what Smith warned me of. Of telling her. I could easily do so now, but I find that I can’t. If I do, she’ll see me a hell of a lot differently than she does now. She’s the only one who looks at me like I’m not who I am, sees me as someone who isn’t defined by hispast. If I tell her, she won’t kiss me. Confide in me. Show trust in me.
Instead of giving in to Smith, I sweep my tongue against the seam of her lips. She opens immediately for me, and our tongues explore each other’s mouths. My cock stiffens when she moans again. That damn sound. It’ll be the death of me. I’ll never get enough of it.
I sweep a hand over her curves until they rest against her ass. She scoots a little closer to me, her stomach now firmly pressed against my erection. I squeeze her ass in approval.
Reaching between us, she dips her hands into my shorts and grabs hold of the base of me. I jerk once at the sudden pressure and then rumble a groan into her mouth.
This wasn’t my intention, instigating sex, even though I had promised it at the donut shop. My intention was to distract her from me giving her an answer to a problem I didn’t know how to fix. But I’ll never say no to sex, not with her. She’s addicting, and I want more than anything to bury myself in that sweet, tight pussy of hers.
Dying to do it all day, I lower my hand from her jaw and wrap my fingers around her throat. She melts against me, and my suspicions are confirmed that she likes it when I take control like this.
I back her against the counter and squeeze a little. “Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” I ask as I pull back a fraction.
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
Growling in satisfaction, I let her go and yank off her tank top. She pulls down her pants and kicks them aside until she’s standing before me in nothing but matching blue laced bra and panties. I remove my shirt before my lips are back on hers, my hands expertly flicking the claspof her bra. She pushes down her underwear without being asked and without breaking the kiss.
It feels like fucking fire and ice at the same time when she explores the dips and slopes of my back. And when her hands slide lower and hook into the waistband of my shorts, I grind against her. It’s not enough though, that pressure against my cock. I need her cumming around it, her walls pulsing and tugging on it.
Angling her head back to deepen the kiss, she pushes my shorts and briefs down, and they drop to my ankles. I kick them aside, grab her hips, and hoist her onto the wood counter. She squeals into my mouth, and when she’s settled, I break the kiss and spread her legs wide to get a good look.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I rumble before I crouch and settle my face between her thighs.
Her breathing goes ragged, and when I flick my tongue out and swipe it against her clit, she inhales sharply.
I look up at her as I lick again, watch as her eyes blaze and her fingers grip the edge of the wood tightly. I keep eye contact as I swirl my tongue around the tight little bud begging for affection. Her hips buck against my face, but I grab hold of her thighs to keep her ass on the counter.
And then I feast, flicking and swirling and sucking.
The sounds that she makes have precum gathering at the tip of my cock. She tips her head back as I suck her clit into my mouth again and flick my tongue. Her hands fly to the back of my head to keep me in place, to tell me that this is what she wants and to not stop. I have no fucking plans to. Not until I taste her cum against my tongue.
