He groaned against skin. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t understand your words. Give them to me.”
“Phoebe.”
“Please?”
“The missing kids. It’s about them. About the lake and how it shifts realities.” He did this swirly thing behind my ear that made my whole body shiver.
“What else?”
“There’s a portal beneath the car.” He bit the skin between my shoulder and neck lightly then sucked and the tiny bite of pain would definitely be a love mark. “Where he takes the kids. The monster needs their innocence.”
His brain was a wonder. Where I found beauty in flowers and the occasional snark, he looked for darkness. “How do you defeat the monster?”
“Haven’t worked that part out yet.” He hiked me up higher against the wall to lower his mouth to my breast. “Hug those knees around my chest, baby.”
The quick thrill of him calling me anything other my name was like an afterburn. The pulse of it driving me even closer to the pleasure only he seemed to find inside of me.
“This will have to be quick.” He leaned in and took me again, then my nipple popped free of his mouth as he grinned up at me. “I’m no Superman, but fuck I want inside of you.”
“Yes. All of that yes.” My nails dug into his shoulders where I was hanging on for dear life. This had sounded like a damnfine idea until the mechanics of wall sex were an actuality. But I wanted him to have me here in his room. In this room that caused him such strife and grief. Hopefully I could be a better memory in the mix.
Like my drawings.
It touched me that he kept me here with him, even as he fought against me. Against needing me. He’d allowed me in here. I didn’t care if it was a token moment. It was mine. And I was keeping it. I sighed as he pinned me tighter into the wall as he fumbled with his belt and the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
“I need you too much, Phoebe.”
“Have me.” I pulled his hair to look into his eyes. “Have me. Inside me. Please.”
His eyes were like moonlight and the lake had a baby. Silvery and dark at the same time. The gray leaning into the darkness he held near all the damn time. I wanted to see the brightness in him. Now that I knew it was inside of him, just buried under emotional and professional rubble he made so much more sense.
“Bedroom.”
I shook my head. “Here.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He shifted my underwear to the side enough to slip inside. He groaned against my mouth as my body accepted him. As it always did. I was made for him. He was starting to figure it out, and now that I knew him just a little better, the love I’d been protecting was so ready for him.
He needed me to accept him unconditionally.
I just had to believe he’d catch up and let me in. To love me as much as I loved him already.
The corner held me tight, my hips already bruising from the way his big body pinned me in place. The way he filled meand stretched everything inside of me exactly what he needed. I could practically feel him melt into me. His eyes flaring with need for me. He might think he didn’t have anything to give, but he did over and over again.
My ankles dug into his denim-covered flanks as I took each thrust.
“God, you feel so good.” His mouth was buried in my neck. “Like actual sunshine.”
I wrapped myself around him, accepting the darkness.
I could be his light right now.
The friction wasn’t exactly right for what I needed to go over, but it was good enough right now. Just feeling him let go here in this place where his creativity wrapped around us both was enough. Each deep thrust stretched me beyond comprehension until I was in that other space where it was only us. His breath and the occasional grunt of how close he was to the edge.
