The corners of her mouth curve up. “What if I don’t want it?”
“Especially when you don’t want it.”
13
CONNOR
Raven Perry will always be trouble.
She will always seek it out.
And it will always find her, even when she isn’t looking for it.
It’s just in her nature, like she’s a magnet for things and people who want to make things difficult for her, or even worse, hurt her.
On top of that, she likes to push—things, people, me. She likes to push until we break—whether that be opening up as a source for a story or shattering walls built up around personal pain.
I sure broke last night. It was wrong, how I handled it, how it all went down between us, even if it felt so fucking good…
It was too fast, too frantic, too rough.
After her confession that she had chosen me to be her first because she trusted me not to hurt her, what I did last night carries a sting I can’t shake.
I want to do it right, now.
Want to do her right.
The way it should have been if I hadn’t said “no” to her all those years ago. If she hadn’t let her hurt blind her to why I walked away and I hadn’t let my anger at her reaction direct me down the same path. If we hadn’t let it spiral into the type of fury-filled hurricane that almost destroyed us.
If that’s what she wants, I’ll give it to her. Even knowing I shouldn’t. Even understanding that in the end, it won’t change how broken I am or how much I can hurt her.
She presses her lips to mine again, and I push up from the chair with her in my arms, stagger the three remaining steps to the tiny bed where I’ve spent so many sleepless nights, and press Raven down into the mattress as I devour her sweet and sassy mouth.
Christ…
Just kissing this woman is enough to almost set me off.
My cock aches where it’s pinned between us, and she groans and digs her heels into my lower back, rolling her hips to grind against me. Her gloriously bare legs.
It’s too much to resist.
I need to see all of her.
All the things I missed in our frenzied fuck last night.
I tear my mouth away, dragging my lips down her neck and slowly unbuttoning my plaid shirt to expose her beautiful chest.
“Sweet mother of God, Raven.” I allow my gaze to rake over her breasts, the perfect pink nipples sticking out at me like a damn offering, and seeing the fabric of my shirt against her soft peachy skin makes my heart skip a beat. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look in my shirt. Seeing you wear this…”
It does something to me it shouldn’t.
Stirs a feeling deep in my soul I didn’t think I’d ever feel for anyone, let alone Raven Perry.
A possessive growl rips from my chest, and the corners of her mouth curl up as I dip my head and suck one of her hard nipples between my lips. She moans and arches into me as I flick my tongue across it languidly, savoring the taste of her skin and drowning in her little groans and the way she shifts restlessly beneath me.
Each swipe of my tongue across the peak makes her hips bow up against mine, her legs tense around me, her nails claw at my neck more aggressively.
Fuck does it feel good…
