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I don’t ask why. Or question. I carry her back into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind us.
I carry her to my bedroom. “What are you doubting, Angel?” I ask, laying her down like she’s fragile.
“That I’m not a horrible person for wanting you.”
I slowly remove her shoes, then slip off her jeans. “Tell me why you don’t think you deserve to be cherished.” Tears well up in her eyes as I lift her arms and discard her shirt and bra. “Tell me why you think someone as angelic as you can ever be anything but perfect.” My mouth comes down, covering her breast. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I know she’s fighting a battle within herself.
“Please, no questions…”
I take her pleading and decide my words are what she needs. “How about I tell you how every single fiber of my being craves you?” I lick her nipple until it hardens in my mouth. “I could eat you alive for every meal. But it’s not your milky skin that keeps me wanting more. Or this…” My lips graze down to her navel, and I circle around it. She shivers under my touch. “It’s not even the sweetness of your cunt.” My finger grazes at her center, and her hips raise for me to touch her. But as much as I want to plunge inside her, it’s not what she truly needs.
I work myself back up her little body, until the warmth of my breath heats her cheek. I brush my nose along the side of her face, hating the tears. I would fight all her battles if I could. Protect her from all the darkness that consumes her.
“What makes me break down at night at the thought of you…at this…” I drag my finger gently down her neck to her breastbone, stopping at her heart. “I crave this.” I’m a selfish man, so I squeeze her plump breast in my hands. “I’m realizing I need this more than I need the plushness of your body. Your moans. Your taste. I need you for myself. I would fall from the highest pillars to protect you because this heart, it beats for me. I want to claim it. Make it mine. How do I make this completely mine?”
I capture her lips, soaked by her tears. Pain mixes with pleasure as I kiss her deep, her sadness gutting me. “I don’t know why you doubt us. What I do know is that I need you. You’re making me a better man. Showing me how to love again.” I kiss her harder, fighting the sob building in her throat. “I promise I won’t let you down. Because I need you. You give me the strength I need to be better. Don’t run. Hold onto what this is becoming. It’s going to be something amazing.”
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she finally kisses me back. A small sense of ease fills me as I kiss her with intent. Need. “Be with me. Ride this crazy wave with me.” I slide off my jeans and adjust myself between her thighs, slowly pushing inside her. “I’m falling hard for you, Angel. Don’t let go, okay?”
“I won’t. I won’t.” She captures my face and kisses me deeply. I slide my cock out and ease back in. As much as I want to fuck her, I want to cherish her just as much. “I won’t let you fall, Bridge. I promise you. I’ll always be here to kiss these lips when they’re sad. Hold you when you need the comfort. Consume every part of you when you need to feel more loved than you already do.”
A sob gets caught in her throat, and I kiss her hard, swallowing her sadness. I spread her lips with my tongue, and we dance around each other, spinning around in this vortex of something too powerful to define.
I make love for the first time, and it’s the most mind-blowing experience of my life. We come together, moaning each other’s name.
Bridget
“Chase, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” He brushes my hair off my shoulder.
“If you knew I did something horrible, would you still feel the way you do about me?”
“Depends on what it is. If you told me you liked a certain guy on a team I despised, I would probably drop you like a bad habit.” My chest rumbles against his.
“Good to know.”
“Sports are a serious thing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I can’t think of anything worse. If you killed someone, I’d probably ask if they deserved it, then what you wanted for dinner.” I stiffen under his hold. “Oh, shit…did you kill someone? Did he deserve it?”
I sit up. “In a way, yes.” He stares up at me, his expression passive. “I want to tell you my full story. When I was young, I met this guy. His name was Jax. He is—was a year older. Came from the wrong side of the tracks, as my father would say. While I lived in the perfect house, with the perfect parents, he was rugged and poor. He had tattoos and smoked. But we worked. He loved me, and I loved him.” His beautiful face comes to mind as I talk about him. His devilish smile and luring eyes. The way he used to hold my hand. Play the guitar for me. Loving me.
