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I couldn’t tell if Creed seethed at that or not. The man was hard to read, especially when he kept his focus on the road. His hand still curled around mine, and he squeezed me harder as he drove. Within another minute, we were pulling into the parking garage beneath his building.
I still stared at him, even as he parked the car and turned her off. I said not a single word more, my heart beating quickly in my chest, constricting with the need to hear him say it. I didn’t want to just belong to him; I wanted the belonging to go both ways.
He undid his seatbelt, turning the top half of his body toward me. In the dim lighting of the parking garage, he looked intimidating and menacing, and yet I’d never felt safer. Even if he didn’t say it, I knew this man would do anything to protect me.
And that was why it killed me to this day, him walking away from me ten years ago.
“Of course I want you,” Creed whispered. “You and only you.” He still held onto my hand, and he held it tight as his other arm lifted, swiping at some hair that had fallen in front of my eyes. “I don’t want anyone else, Taylor. You’re it for me, and I promise you, I will never leave you again.”
A declaration in a parking garage, while sitting in a car and staring intently at each other. A strange place, but then again, nothing between us was normal. We had a complicated past, sure, but things didn’t need to be complicated anymore.
We were adults. We shared no blood. We could be together however we wanted to. I should’ve realized that before.
“Creed,” I whispered his name. It was the only thing I could say, the only word that escaped me as I gazed into the shadows that were his eyes. He leaned over the center console and pressed his lips upon mine, sealing our words with a kiss. It was the first time I’d felt his lips on mine since the morning I’d stopped resisting him.
And, God, his lips felt so good. So firm and commanding. He took charge, even when it was just a kiss. Creed wasn’t the kind of guy that could ever let someone else take the helm; he’d never relinquish his dominant side.
Who was I kidding? In the bedroom, it was hot. Being told what to do, to take it like a good girl… yeah, I could go for some of that right now, but as it was, it was about time to get upstairs and take my second pill.
And eat dinner, since all I’d eaten with Beth were snacks.
He must’ve known it was almost time for my next pill, because he pulled his mouth off mine, releasing my hand too. “Let’s get upstairs.”
As I walked with him, as we walked to the elevator and headed up, I wondered if that meant we were exclusive. If he was my boyfriend and I was his girlfriend. Seemed a bit high school, putting a label to it—but if he wanted me and only me, and I wanted him and only him, that had to be what that meant.
We were official. As official as we could be, given the circumstances.
Creed fixed us some dinner, and I took my second pill. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some pasta, but it was good enough for me. I hopped in the shower afterward, washing off the day’s dirt.
During dinner, I’d mentioned to Creed that I would feel more comfortable waiting until a few more days had passed before we completely relied on the birth control—and I’d nearly died of embarrassment when I’d said it. But I’d said it, and he’d agreed with me, told me that we would wait however long it took until I felt comfortable again.
Of course, when he’d said that, I could totally tell he’d be more than happy to push aside his plate and eat something else instead.Cough, cough, me.
I tried not to think too much about it as I showered, and when I got out, I reached for my towel to dry myself off. I had the towel wrapped around my body as I brushed through my damp hair when the door slowly creaked open, and through the steam I saw Creed.
He slipped inside, shutting the door behind him, a glint in his black eyes that told me certain parts of me were on his mind. He walked toward me, took the brush out of my hand, and set it beside the sink on the vanity. One of his hands curled around my hip, over the towel, and he turned me toward him, pinning my back against the edge of the vanity’s countertop.
“You know,” he whispered, his voice husky and low, giving rise to goosebumps on my skin even though the room was still hot with steam, “there are other things we could do.”
My breath caught when his other hand went for my chest, where the towel was tucked in, and within another moment, he yanked it off and let the towel fall to the floor. I stood before him, naked, my damp hair cool on my back and his other hand hot on my side.
Creed’s gaze dropped to take in my naked body, devouring my appearance as if he’d never seen me before, like I was an oasis and he was a man wandering the wastes in search of something to save his life.
His hands started to roam my body, caressing every inch of skin they danced along. I held in a gasp when one of his hands slipped between my thighs and curved along me, dipping between my folds and circling my entrance, his palm applying pressure to my clit in the process.
His body blocked out the world, his head dipping low as he whispered, “I can’t get you out of my mind, Taylor. The way you look with my cock buried inside you. The sounds you make when I’m fucking you long and hard.” He slipped a finger into me, and that time I couldn’t hold back the gasp. “The way your pussy clenches around my cock when you come.” His finger began to rock in and out of me, fucking me slowly.
My body tingled with pleasure, my nerves on fire already. Creed had a way about him that made me a whimpering mess.
“I think about you all of the time, and it takes every ounce of restraint in me to not haul you over my shoulder and carry you to my room, where I want to fuck you until the morning comes,” Creed murmured.
I started to rock my hips along with the rhythm of his finger, but right then he withdrew it from me, pulling it out and lifting it up between us. He brought it to his face, and he breathed in deeply, as if inhaling the scent of my arousal.
“But like I said, there are other things we could do.” He pushed the finger that had just been inside of me toward me, holding it less than an inch in front of my lips. His dark brown gaze was heavy with desire, and he wordlessly told me what he wanted me to do.
And what was more, I had the feeling I knew exactly what he wanted, even before he said what he said next.
“Be a good girl, and I’ll give you something in return,” Creed promised. He did not move the finger away from my lips, waiting.
