Pulling me tight into an embrace, he whispers in my ear, “We’ll get there. One day at a time, we’ll get there.”
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to rip her clothes off just now. Knowing what’s under those clothes, knowing what her skin feels like as it slides beneath mine, it’s torture not acting on the fire that runs through my veins every time she’s around. There have been so many chances over the past few weeks that I easily could have slipped my hand into the top of her running pants, and had her quivering in my arms. I could have made her feel again, reminded her how much of a right thing we are. But I need her to believe it too.
My heart sank as she walked out my front door, a hollow feeling invading my gut as I closed and locked it behind her. I’m purposely torturing myself, doing my best to get Addison to see that we belong together, hoping the more I resist, the more she’ll want me. But as I stand in my quiet apartment alone, the clock in the living room loudly ticking, I realize the only way for that to happen is to take this chance with her. She may never be completely ready to dive into this with me, but standing idly by isn’t going to work.
With a newfound determination to win her heart, I throw open the door and plan to bang on hers until she lets me in.
I don’t have to go very far. Addison is standing right there, her hand raised to knock. She smiles and it slams into my heart, an intense desire to bring her inside and never let her go runs through me.
Her mouth opens to speak, then closes.
I take a step towards her and she doesn’t move.
I take another step.
Standing directly in front of her, all I can focus on are her seductive lips. Those lips fucking belong to me and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to claim them this very second.
“I was on my way to come get you,” I say into her hopeful eyes.
“I’m right here,” she whispers.
She is here, and I’m going to make damn sure, she stays here this time. She’s so tiny, and I have to bend down really far, but it’s so fucking worth it as I reach for her and crush her lips to mine.
Turning us both and walking her backward, into my apartment, I slam the door with my foot and lift her in my arms.
“Damian,” her hands run through my hair as she whispers my name into our joined lips. Her warm breath smelling slightly of mint, her fingers dig into the back of my head causing tremors to run down my spine.
I can’t get inside her fast enough.
“Addison.” I whisper back.
I kiss her again, my tongue sliding between her lips, my hands slipping up her shirt and feeling the smooth skin of her back. She’s making these tiny moaning sounds from deep in her throat. The sound is so erotic I stop and pull my face away to stare at her, in awe that we’re finally here.
“Tell me what you want, Addison, because the minute I lay you on that bed, my body will be doing the thinking for me.”
Her lips find my ear, “I want you,” the heat of her breath fans across my face and down my neck as my entire body electrifies with the need to be inside of her, “to take this slow.” I kiss her, passionately, desperately, our tongues joining, and our hearts beating in sync. “So I can enjoy every second of it.”
I’m harder than I can ever remember. Addison is in my arms, her legs secure around my waist, her heat radiating through her jeans and directly onto my gut. Her lips connect back to mine and I’m sure she’s breathing for me at this point.
I don’t want to take this slow. The past two weeks have felt like years. I want to rip her clothes off, throw her on the bed and make her mine. I want to put a ring on her tiny finger and babies in her tummy, my babies, little people with dark hair and green eyes.
Fuck slow.
I gently lay her down onto the bed and climb over her. One of my hands run through her dark silky hair while the other explores the length of her body, gently skimming the exposed skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. Damn, she feels like velvet along the tips of my fingers, and I’m having a hard time keeping everything in control as my body moves on top of hers.
“You are slowly killing me, Addison,” I whisper into her mouth as my body slightly trembles.
Her body vibrates with silent laughter beneath me, and she runs her hands under my shirt, skimming my chest with the tips of her nails and travels down my back. My entire body shudders and I exhale all my breath at once.
“That was cruel.” Slow is not a word I can understand if she keeps touching me like that.
I continue to explore her with my lips as I kiss down the line of her jaw, over the pulse thrumming in her neck and nuzzle my nose in the hollow of her throat. She’s wearing some sort of flowery perfume and it has my senses on overdrive, my cock straining painfully against the thick material of my jeans.
“Skin on skin, Damian.” She begins to grasp at my shirt sliding it up my chest with one hand, while her other hand is on the button of my jeans. Frantically trying to undress me, I’m dizzy with desire, all the blood in my body rushing between my legs and I can’t think straight. The word ‘slow’ plays on repeat in what small amount of sense I have left and this is not slow. This is the fast track to raw and wild sex that we’ll both regret the minute it’s over and a minute is likely all it’s going to take at this point.
Securing both of her wrists in my hand, I stretch her arms above the pillow and stare down into her eyes. She stills, and a pained moan escapes her lips.
Gently, her legs wrap around my hips and she locks her ankles behind me, deliberately and methodically rocking her pelvis into mine. For the first time since I was a teenager, I’m one hundred percent positive I’m going to come from dry humping. My dick is rock solid, she’s making a sweet and erotic as hell humming sound in her throat and those green eyes are filled with a hunger I’ve never seen before. Tightening my grip around her delicate wrists, I begin to pull back and try to regain any control I possibly can over the situation.
“Ease up, Baby.” Sliding out of her locked ankles, my fingers play with the hem of her shirt. She’s about to say something when I place a finger on her swollen lips.
“I’m going to very slowly take this off.” Those fucking lips curl up in a sexy grin underneath my finger and I know in that minute I’m hers. Whatever the hell she wants I’ll give her, wherever she goes, I’ll go. My heart officially belongs to her from this day forward. And she’s mine, whether she wants to be or not. She doesn’t get to back out of this.
My hand brushes against the soft skin of her belly as I gradually lift her shirt over her head. Fucking hell, she’s wearing a navy blue bra with some sort of lace rimming the outside.
Slipping the straps down her shoulders and arms, her breasts fall free as I take it all the way off her body and toss it aside. An unexpected growl erupts from my throat as I can’t help but suck her nipple between my lips.
She gasps and begins to once again thrust her hips into me while I worship each of her breasts, my tongue swirling around the hard peak of her nipple. Her ministrations are purposeful, and we’ve found a slow and seductive rhythm as I rock above her, my motions helping her build her own arousal while I desperately try to keep mine in check.
My fingers trace down her side to her waist and over the band of her jeans, resting at the top button.
“I’m taking these off.” My fingers toy with the top button and I stare down into her eyes. “And then I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
She moans louder, her hands firmly on my head, her body tensing tight as one by one, I pop each of the small silver buttons.
Navy blue, lace panties tease me from the opening I just created and I have to will myself to stay in line. I want to bite my way inside her pants, rip her panties off with my teeth and lick her until she screams my name.