Page 61 of Overkill

Then there was her, on the twin bed, staring at me with lowered lashes and lust in her eyes that matched my own. I lay over Melody, our clothes barely separating us as I pressed my hard cock against her, my jeans causing needed friction that intensified my ache for her.

“Last chance to turn back,” I whispered against her lips. “I kiss you, then it’s sealed. You’re mine.”

“If you want to turn back, you should.”

I swallowed.

She never rejected me. It was almost as if she couldn’t. Like she was conditioned to please. I loved and hated that. I hated that she thought I was able to turn away. But I loved that she was so easy to read that I didn’t really need to ask.

I’d asked for myself. Not for her.

I wanted her so badly that I had to be sure that I wasn’t seeing what I wanted to see. That I was reading her right. That I wasn’t deluding myself.

“If you don’t want it, I will back off. I can wait for you to be ready…” I needed her to know it wasn’t now or never. It could be now. It could be later. “I’m not interested in anyone else. I can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes widened. Astounded. Tears fell from the corners of her dark lashes, glistening as they trailed from her temples to her pillow.

The gratitude in her gaze hurt. Someone made her think she wasn’t worth waiting for.

“I’m sorry.” She wiped her tears, but I took her wrists and pinned them by her head.

“I want to see.” I kissed her forehead. “I need to see what you’re feeling.”

I deserved it…didn’t I? To see the parts she hid from everyone else. To feel her pain alongside her.

“I wish I could kill whoever made you feel like you weren’t worth waiting for.” Pain didn’t go away in an instant. Years of scarring didn’t disappear in the blink of an eye.

But while I wanted her to be herself in all her pain, joy, and tenacity, she needed me to be a man in all my desire, lust, and greediness. It was time to be naked in front of one another to move a step into what she and I needed to be.

“I need you to remember your safe word,” my lips hovered over hers.

She yielded so beautifully to me, her back arching just a little, legs spreading to accommodate me as I settled between her thighs.

“Say it for me, one time.” I couldn’t help but have a little taste, my tongue lightly flicking against her lower lip. An appetizer. Just a tease to whet an already raging appetite.

“Tea.”

I nudged my nose against hers. “Stop me any time.”

I plunged in, all tongue, teeth, and recklessness as I sucked her into me. I took her breath and grabbed her hair by the roots, pulling her even further into me, swallowing her moans along with mine, pushing my hips against hers for the relief of friction that only made us burn hotter.

Mine. She was mine.

I was making her mine.

And no whiskey, no chocolate, no drug could taste better than this. Than her. Than the feel of her arms around my neck as she held on.

“I’m going to be gentle…this one time. You just got hit by a car, baby. But you will know that I want you.” Gentle didn’t mean I wasn’t possessive.

But I was out of practice, so maybe gentle was better.

I fumbled with her jeans, desperate to keep our connection and clumsy as my shaking hands tugged too hard to pull them off her legs. My frantic fingers unfastened two buttons before I growled into her lips, pulling her shirt apart so the buttons scattered along the floor.

I tore my lips from hers. She whined, leaning up towards me, desiring the connection the same as me.

“Mine,” I whispered as my hands moved inside her shirt, circling her waist and pulling her stomach flush against me. I cursed myself for still having clothes on.

I palmed a breast through her bra, my fingertips feeling the pulse over her heart. Her eyes shuttered closed, and I bit down on her earlobe, sucking it into my mouth. I was rewarded by her barely contained whimper.