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God, I wish it was that simple.
Our conversation at dinner has been playing on a repetitive loop in my mind. I keep asking myself what I could have said differently. I can’t stop visualizing the way her face fell at my response. It was as if I watched what was left of her heart dissipate to dust. But she asked me to be honest, and I couldn't look her in the eyes and lie, especially after what she’d been through today. Even though it killed me, she deserved to hear the truth.
If it were up to me, she would be in my bed right now… naked, sweaty, and singing my name as I worship her body. For the next three days, I would claim her on every surface of this cabin until we passed out from blissful exhaustion.
If it were up to me, she would leave this cabin as mine. But there lies the problem, I’ve been hers since that night under the stars while she’s belonged to someone else.
I would walk through fire to spend the rest of my life with Skylar Wood. I would walk through the pits of hell to have her choosemefor just one day. But I can’t keep digging my own grave, turning away every woman that shows interest in me when I’m nothing but a fond memory to Skylar.
Two soft raps on my door pull me from my thoughts. I shoot straight up, my back resting against the headboard as I clutch the mattress at my sides. I’m not startled, because I know exactly who it is. I’m just shocked.
Since my head hit the pillow, I’ve wanted to throw all caution to the wind. I’ve wanted to stride into her room, scoop up her delicate body, and carry her to my bed. I just wouldn’t have imagined her coming to my door, possibly wanting the same thing.
Another gentle knock cuts through the piercing silence. My breath hitches as my heart skips a beat, adrenaline surging through my veins. My brain can try to make up every excuse as to why I shouldn't want her, but my body will win the fight every time. I’ve never understood the concept of addiction until her.She’s the one drug I can’t resist.
Maybe she just wants to talk,I tell myself. Maybe she’s coming in here because she wants to leave. Maybe she’s coming to ask me to drive her to the airport.
It’s the middle of the night, Everett, have some common sense,my better judgment scoffs.
Maybe she wants you just as badly as you want her.Maybe she’s been living in hell too. Maybe she also knows what it feels like to live as a shell of a person, while your other half carries your heart in their hands. Maybe, just maybe, she needs this like I need her.My only drug of choice.
There’s only one way to find out.
“Come in,” I call out. My fingers grip the sheets, my muscles tensing as I pray she’s still behind the door.
The door creaks at the same time I hear her bare feet padding across the wooden floor. The scent of vanilla and honey fills the room as the door opens, revealing the most achingly beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Skylar steps closer, wearing a thin t-shirt that barely reaches her belly button and a pair of lace panties that sends blood pumping straight to my dick. The white shirt stretches firmly across her breasts, revealing the outline of her perfect nipples poking through the thin cotton.
Moonlight glistens along her toned legs, making me want to crawl to her and mark every inch of her smooth skin with my lips and teeth. Her wild hair falls in waves around her shoulders, a sea of chestnut and mahogany. The somber expression etched across her beautiful face causes my chest to ache. Her red-rimmed eyes only enhance the cerulean color, making them appear a majestic shade of silver. Her cheeks are damp from tears…. tears and feelings she’s denied herself for years. Her swollen lips tremble as she stares at me through pained eyes and pinched brows. Even through her pain, she looks like an angel. A broken, ravishing angel.
“I can’t sleep,” she croaks, still standing in the doorway.
“Me either,” I rasp. Her eyes flicker between mine, silently begging me to invite her in.
I toss the blanket off my legs and move to face her as I sit on the edge of the mattress. Her eyes fill with heat as they trail down my naked chest before landing on the thick bulge tenting my boxers. Her cheeks flush as she slowly drags her hungry gaze back up to mine.
“Come here,” I breathe, holding my arms out to her.
She doesn't hesitate. As soon as the command leaves my lips, she strides towards me until she’s standing between my open legs. My hands cup the back of her smooth legs, my gaze eye level with her toned stomach. I trail my gaze up her chest until I meet her iridescent eyes.
We stare at each other for a long while, our eyes communicating everything we’re feeling without words. Chill bumps pebble across her skin as I slowly skim my hands up the length of her thighs. I settle my palms on her hips, brushing my thumbs in lazy patterns along the waistline of her panties.
Skylar lets out a shaky breath as she braces her hands on my shoulders before lifting herself onto the bed. She places her knees on either side of me before relaxing her weight in my lap. My achingly hard cock presses against her center, causing us both to exhale a sharp breath at the contact. Skylar’s hands tremble as she grips my jaw, gently caressing my cheeks before tangling her fingers in my hair. I squeeze her hips, pulling her closer as she presses her forehead to mine. The sensitive head of my cock rubs against her slit as I bring us chest to chest. A groan escapes my lips as our hearts beat in tandem, the erratic rhythm becoming one.
“Everett,” she breathes my name, slowly rocking her hips against my length.
“Sky…” I rasp, dipping my hands to cup her heart-shaped ass in my palms. I dig my fingers into her lace-covered flesh, using my grip to tug her to me with each tantalizing roll of her hips. The tip of my dick breaches the hem of my boxers, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
I’m past the point of no return.
My self-control is non-existent as she fucks me through the thin fabric of our underwear. I’ve never wanted anything more. I would rather die a slow, painful death than let her go. It’s been three agonizingly long years.
Three years of lonely nights, fucking my fist as I imagine it’s her. Three years of meaningless dates and failed relationships. Three years of hating myself because no matter how hard I try, I can’t move on. Three years just for me to end up back at square one, because it’s her. It’s always been her, and I can’t wait another second.
“Everett, I need you,” she whispers against my lips. “I know it’s selfish, but I need you. Please, don’t push me away. I’ve never needed anything more—”
My cock jerks at the invitation. I’ve heard all I needed to hear.She’s mine tonight.
