Page 8 of Silver Belles


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“Please, Merrick. Just let me go. You need to keep painting. You need to keep living!”

“Fuck!” My hands reach up and hold the sides of her face tightly. “You’re not dying! Just tell me what the hell is wrong! Hell, stay with me! I’ll make sure that you’re safe.”

She snorts and then hides her face in my shirt. “Trust me. You don’t want to get involved with this mess.”

I lift her chin up and groan when I see the tear tracks on her pale face. Her freckles stand out in stark relief and I have never wanted a woman more than this. I can’t let her leave.

“Red, I’m begging you. Stay with me. I’ll take care of you. I promise. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”

“Finish the painting. Today.”

I’m shaking my head before she finishes. “No. I can’t…”

“You can. I want you to. I want to see it before I leave.”

“Not today. I don’t…I can’t. Maybe someday.”

Her soft lips reach up and touch mine and I can taste the salt of her tears on my lips. But I can also taste the sweetness that is her and it makes me so damn weak but I can’t let go. Can’t let her leave like this.

My fingers twine in her soft, springy curls and I twist her head until I can devour her soft moans and my tongue touches hers lightly. She growls and moves closer and that’s the last of my control gone. I can’t bear to let her go.

My hands move up and down her slender curves, kneading and owning her lush hips and the tiny waist that I can tell used to be thicker. Even since she came here, she’s lost weight. I could see it on her face.

Hunger roars inside me and I try desperately to tamp it down. I don’t want to hurt her but her fingers dig into my biceps and then she practically uses the chair behind her to climb me like a freaking monkey. Her legs wrap around me and I can feel the warmth of her pussy. My breath shudders out and I wrench my lips loose, “We can’t do this.”

Her sobs hit me like bullets. “Please don’t stop. Give me this. I need you, Merrick.”

That last sentence. I can’t make myself put her aside even if she is leaving. Because whatever she needs I will give her. No matter how much it guts me.

My lips gentle and I carry her out the door and down the hall to my bedroom, bending over and letting her back finally rest on the mattress as I crawl up her body, my lips touching her skin as I bare it to my eyes. A gorgeous, rounded shoulder dotted with freckles. A strong arm, the curve of a mounded breast over a white lace bra, the lush curves of a thick thigh that comes up to curl around my waist, drawing my body in until I’m thrusting into her, fully clothed and she’s desperately clawing at my shirt like a wild thing.

I kiss every glowing bit of it and then I strip my shirt over my head like a desperately hungry man.

My hands come up to trace her breast in the bra and then I drag the cup down roughly, pawing at her like I’m a caveman.

She moans and arches up into my hands like she can’t get enough. Her aqua eyes are pinpoints in the dark expanse of her pupils as she squares up with my hips, begging me, pleading.

“Slow down, Red, slow down. We’ve got time.”

Her head shakes and my breath rasps in and out and I have to fucking grab her hands, trying to slow her down. “Don’t do that. I want to touch you, baby. But you have to slow down.”

I hold her hands up with one hand and trace my hand down her rounded belly and then lower until I can push her panties down her hips and touch the glistening red curls hiding the treasure that I know is waiting there for me.

I run my fingers through her slick folds and she whimpers, pushing her hips up and trying to push my finger inside her.

“Baby, slow down,” I groan into her soft throat.

But it’s too late for both of us and I grind against her, dropping her hand and ripping my pants open, running my steel-hard length through her juices, watching it coat me and growling like an animal.

Then she pushes up and whimpers. “Now? Please, Merrick!” And I drive into her sweet, warm heat in one hard thrust.

Her eyes widen and tears rim them. Fresh tears. Her body stiffens and I feel myself go ice-cold.

“Onyx? No? No, you weren’t….” I close my eyes and shudder. She feels so good around me and I can’t stop.

I move just one inch and she whimpers, biting her lip. “Don’t stop,” she whispers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

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