Drowning to Breathe (29 page)

Ripples of pleasure shook through her, and I delved a little deeper, running my tongue through her slick flesh. Her hands fell back to grasp the counter, perfect round tits jutting forward as her head rocked back.

“Sebastian.”

My chest tightened with my name begging from her mouth, and I spread her more. Gave and took, fingers pushing into the well of her tight, hot body, mouth sucking and licking and feeding on that sweet spot that had her writhing, desire running wild.

“Please,” she whimpered, and I knew she was already close, gaining speed, a flutter of her walls and a quiver of her thighs.

“I know, baby, I know. I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

Shea broke and her entire body convulsed when her orgasm came with a vengeance. Fingers ripped fistfuls of my hair, and God, if I didn’t love that, too. Loved it rough, loved it when Shea gave just as good as she got. Those pricks of pain sent chills skating down my spine.

Lust.

Flames licking my insides.

Dick so fucking stiff it was hard to breathe.

I rode it with her, continuing to lave her with soft sucks and deep pulls, as I drew out every last ounce of pleasure I could. Her fucking insane body trembled and shook around me, before my girl slumped back, breaths panting and searching for air she couldn’t seem to find.

I pushed to my feet and dug greedy fingers into her hips, quickly hoisting her onto the edge of the counter.

A throaty sound rumbled from her when I ran my hands up and down the backside of her thighs, her hands propped back on the counter to hold her weight.

Shea gave me a look that was pure and utter destruction. This girl so damned sexy laid out under the bathroom lights, all aglow, flushed with remnants of pleasure still rippling through her body. But her expression promised she was ready for so much more.

Trouble.

Trouble.

Trouble.

This girl was gonna be the end of me.

Grasping her by the knees, I spread her wide. My lips latched onto the sensitive skin at the inside of her thigh, the intense urge to mark her taking over as I let my itching fingers go trailing back through her perfect pink pussy.

Shea whimpered and writhed as I sucked at her flesh while my fingers staked their claim.

“So fucking wet,” I groaned, pressing my cheek to the spot where I’d just left my brand, and she jerked when I ran my stubble all the way up the inside of her thigh.

Damn it all if I wasn’t dying for another taste.

I ran my tongue from the cleft of her sweet little ass all the way to her clit.

“Oh God,” she whimpered. Trembling fingers rustled through my hair. “One look and I forget who I am. One touch and I’m gone. You are my everything.”

Urging me to straighten, she leaned forward enough to trace along my jaw, dragging slow down my neck to my chest, glancing softly over my scars.

Love.

Belief.

Beauty.

Trust.

Trailing a path down my body, her fingertips brushed over the green monkey immortalized on my side.

This girl was so damned in tune with who I was. Like she shared in this loss without needing insight to the details. Shea just got every bit of me.

My heart lurched when I thought of the brown monkey laying on the entry table downstairs, that baby girl just as sweet.

I deserved none of it.

And here I stood, covered in Shea’s light, cloaked in her darkness, surrounded in her scent of satisfaction, lost beneath the surface where she became the air.
My air.

Drowning to Breathe.

“God, I love you…so much…so much,” I said, hand going to her cheek while the other continued to wind her right back up, because if I was going, then I was taking her along with me.

“I know.” She said it like she’d received a gift, her words again taking on that reverent tone, seeing through all my bullshit to what mattered underneath. “I love you…with all of me.”

She continued tracking down, fingertips gliding down my stomach that jerked beneath her touch.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.

So damned soft.

I grunted through a groan.

Pure seduction kicked up at the corner of her mouth as she gave me one good stroke, thumb running around my throbbing head.

“Shit,” slid from between my clenched teeth, and I wrapped my hand around hers, let her pump me once more, before I took over and pressed the tip of my dick to her drenched center and nudged in an inch.

Sweat gathered at the nape of my neck and my entire body twitched with restraint.

“You ready for me?” I bit off. Everything about it came across like a threat, because every cell in my body screamed at me to
take
my wife. My guts were twisted with need and my thighs shook like a goddamned leaf.

Wanted to fuck just about as bad as I wanted to adore.

“Yes,” grated from her mouth.

I surged forward and Shea screamed out as her body adjusted to mine. Streaks of pleasure rippled from my body as I drove into her.

“Every time…every fucking time,” I muttered, trying to recover my composure considering I’d lost it the second I’d walked through the door. There wasn’t anything in the world that felt better than this. Better than her.

Shea.

She whimpered and dug her fingers into my shoulders, holding on when I began to move, every move frenzied with my body’s demand. Miles of long, toned legs were wrapped around my waist, and each greedy thrust jarred her back.

Wrapping an arm around her back, I held her by the base of the neck to keep her steady, my hips meeting hers as I continued at the savage pace.

Needed to consume.

To take it all.

With my free hand, I dipped two fingers into the warm, wet well of her mouth. Shea moaned, then sucked, cheeks hollowing out as her tongue pulsated around my fingers.

Fuck, she was a dream, this girl a fantasy. Like she’d been offered to me. Wrapped up with a big red bow. But tucked inside was more. Something fragile and soft, her love a guiltless trust that struck me deep. Just drove me a little madder, crazy for this girl who owned every part of me.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her mouth while strangled words tumbled from my own. “You have no idea how sexy you are. You are amazing.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I slid my arm under her thigh. I dragged her farther off the counter and ran my fingers around where we were joined. My breaths turned ragged when I turned course, and moved to run them up and down the crease of her ass, everything going silent when I started making circles at that tight little hole.

Lust clouded her features, caramel darkening the darkest dark. A slow slide of desire. A glimpse of fear immediately was eclipsed by the fire lapping between us. Her lips parted and her energy swelled. Lifting us higher.

“Love it all,” I murmured rough as I pushed those two fingers inside.

“Sebastian,” she cried. Fingertips scraped at my skin as she clung to the bunched muscles of my back, a sharp, pleading gasp falling from that sweet mouth, my girl simmering sex yet entirely innocent at the same time.

Vulnerable.

Entrusting all her pleasure to me.

I began to pump them in time with my cock, and with every stroke, I took her deeper. “Love that you let me touch you…love you know I’d never hurt you.”

She wheezed sharp breaths. Everything tightened to a pinpoint around us, our pants and our future and the air. The girl dragging me beneath the surface, pulling me under. Her head rocked back and I took the opportunity to latch onto the dusky nipple of one of those perfect, round tits.

I bit down and she screamed. She clenched hard on my cock and my fingers, and we both let go. Let the world shatter around us. Pleasure burst, strobes of fragmenting color and light. The ground fell away and the sky drifted into nothingness.

For a moment, we got lost in it, in the depths of that place that belonged only to us. In the shadows and the light. In the power of her undying storm.

She whimpered again and again.
My name. My name. My name.

My hips jerked and my body spasmed as I poured into her, praying it was taking hold. Thinking maybe I was a fool to think for even a second I deserved something like
this
.

But it was a true fool who rejected the gifts they were given.

“Shea…baby…Shea.”

On a shuddered breath, she slumped forward and buried her face in my chest, and I buried mine in her hair as I slowly eased out of her.

“You are incredible,” I mumbled at the top of her head. I kissed across that invisible crown, running down to her temple where I felt the strength of her pulse beat.

Inclining my head back, I studied the lines of her face. “You okay?”

Her expression one of awe, she mindlessly chewed at her bottom lip, as if she couldn’t make sense of the connection we shared any more than I could. Her tone brimmed with emotion. “I would never describe what I’m feeling right now as
okay
.”

I chuckled then kissed her mouth. “Come on…let’s get you cleaned up.”

I swept my girl into my arms—holding her like I was always gonna do—and strode toward the shower.

Giggles rang through the room, and I felt the carefree sound bang around somewhere in my chest. Shea’s grin brightened the entire room as she fought to break away, jerking this way and that, but totally failing considering she was wrapped back up in that sheet.

Right where I’d tossed her in the center of the bed after we’d showered.

Didn’t bother letting her get dressed.

Figured that was nothing but wasted time.

Besides, she looked damned good rolling around in that bed with nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric outlining that killer body.

“Not a chance, buddy,” she warned on a gush of exerted air when I narrowed my predatory gaze on her. She rolled, having another go at skirting my advances, but I shifted farther to the right where I stood at the end of the bed.

My hands were on the mattress, my body bent as I tracked her movements, my dick already pointing to the sky.

She shrieked when I grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her onto her back. I scrambled onto the bed, climbing over her, putting just enough of my weight on her to hold her down.

“What?” I smirked when I pressed her hands into the bed above her head.

More giggles erupted from her. Was going to be sure I coaxed that sound from her every goddamn day.

Raving, she shook her head, wet hair flying, but that grin provided me her tell. “Sebastian, you’re going to kill me,” she wheezed. “I can’t take any more.”

“What can’t you take?” I teased.

“Uh…” she groaned then laughed when I rubbed my cock against her belly. “Stop it…you’re way too tempting for me to resist.”

“Then why are you resisting?” I dipped down, pressing a smattering of kisses under her chin, causing her head to rock back and those perfect tits that were already puckered tight to press into my chest, the beat of her heart running wild against mine.

“You sore, baby? I’ll be gentle,” I cooed, trying to bite back laughter when she gave me a look that promised she knew I was nothing but a liar.

“You’re never
gentle
.”

“Oh, come on, Shea. I can be gentle.”

Teasing eyes went wide. “Pretty sure that’s only reserved for special occasions.”

I let that laughter roll, then pressed her hands a little deeper into the bed, rocking over her, tone going harsh. “Tell me you don’t like it.”

A seductive sound rumbled at the base of her throat, and she arched, lifting her chin. “I don’t like it.”

I began to frown, before she brushed her lips along the shell of my ear. “I love it.”

“That’s what I thought. Besides, we have something kind of important we need to work on, don’t you think?” I said with a suggestive raise of my brows.

Shea drew a shoulder to her cheek, like she was swimming in the thought. “There’s always next month.”

“And the next,” I murmured back, “and the next.”

And the next and forever.

Didn’t mean I didn’t want it now.

She flashed me another grin. “Don’t get your hopes up, rocker boy. This is probably going to take some time.”

I growled, diving in for a kiss. “And I’ll gladly oblige all the hard work it’s gonna take. Starting. Right. Now.”

She giggled again. “Pretty sure you started last night. Right here in this bed. On the bathroom counter this morning.” With each spot she called me out on, her voice grew deeper. “How about that shower?”

Hell yeah, we’d gotten a good start.

“Doesn’t mean I’m finished with you.”

Apparently my girl didn’t remember the promise I’d made her yesterday when we’d first rolled into this ridiculous suite. Seemed as good a time as any to remind her.

A shrill ring bleated from the nightstand, and my phone vibrated on the glass.

I groaned, leaned down, and nipped at her nose. “Don’t move.”

That smile only widened, and she rolled to her side to face me, clutching the sheet to her chest, watching me with deep affection while I fumbled for my phone.

Lyrik.

I flopped onto my back, couldn’t contain my own smile because I was so damned happy.