Page 108 of Torn
“So what do we do?” It all sounds so grim when he lists it out like that.
He touches my chin and tilts my face up to his, kissing my lips softly. “First, I tell you I’m fucking crazy in love with everything about you.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Second, we both need to put some serious thought into this before we take any more steps. I hate to do this to you, but I need you to not tell anyone about this until we have our heads straight about what we’re going to do. If and when Asher finds out about us, it has to come from us and no one else.”
“I won’t tell anyone, Tor. I promise. I don’t ever want to hurt you or my father. That would kill me.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of, Kenz. Of you getting hurt in the cross fire of this and being torn between me and your father.”
I cling to him and he puts his arms around me as the weight of that sinks into me. Choosing between Tor and my father would devastate me. I love them both with every bit of my heart and soul and hurting either of them is unthinkable.
“Please, Tor. We can’t let that happen.”
“Shh…” He cradles the back of my head and tightens his embrace around me. “I know, baby. Just let me think and I’ll find a way to make it work.” His lips brush across my cheek. “For months I’ve wanted to have you in my arms like this… Let’s just focus on us for tonight.”
“I would love that,” I whisper.
He props all his pillows up against the headboard and leansback against them, pulling me on top of him so I’m lying between his legs, with my back against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder. He wraps his big arms around me and holds me against him, clasping my hands in his.
“This is heaven,” he says with his lips against my ear.
“It is. I want to stay just like this with you and never leave.”
His breathing changes, going from steady to deeper. “You have no fuckin’ idea what it does to me when you say things like that.”
“Tell me.” I tighten my hold on his hands, running my thumb along the black artwork on the back of his hand.
“It makes me think I can have everything with you. It makes me think you’ll never break my heart.”
My own breath catches as a wave of emotion surges through me. This man, with his arms wrapped so tightly around me and his heart pounding against my spine, isn’t the man I grew up knowing. This is someone who’s been hiding in the shadows; deep, dark, and hopelessly romantic. There’s a mix of fear and hope in his words, all tangled up together in a cocktail of turmoil.
I twist my head toward him. “I’ll never hurt you, Tor. Ever. Haven’t I been promising my undying love to you since I was five? It hasn’t changed.”
“Just don’t make promises you aren’t sure of. Please.”
“I hope you don’t, either.”
He cups the side of my neck and turns my face toward his, his lips landing on mine.
“I don’t want any broken promises between us,” he says in a low voice, pulling me up onto him and turning me so I’m sitting on top of him, straddling his body. I respond by kissing him with as much passion as I know how to do with my limited experience, hoping actions are louder than words. Our kisses start soft and slow but soon turn deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth. Igrip his broad shoulders, remembering how badly I want to touch him when we danced in his living room the night of my prom. He moves his hands slowly under my shirt to cup my breasts through my bra. It’s not long before he’s pulling my shirt off and I unclasp my bra and throw it off to the side of the bed, shocked at how easy and natural everything flows with him. Maybe because I’ve fantasized about being with him for so long, now that it’s happening it feels familiar to me. Or maybe it’s just chemistry between us.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, kneading my breasts and burying his face between them, moving his lips from one to the other, sucking my nipples until I’m grinding against his erection, lost in his touch. I had no idea anything could make me feel so electrified. His hands move to undo my jeans while his mouth never stops ravishing my breasts, and I kneel up to wiggle out of my panties and jeans as he pushes his own pants down and kicks them off.
“I don’t want to hurt you so we’re going to do something different,” he says, his voice gravelly with lust. “But it’ll still feel good, I promise.”
“Everything you do feels good,” I whisper.
He flashes me a wicked sexy grin that makes my stomach go into spasms.
“It’s only going to get better, love.” He presses two fingers against my lips, gently pushing them into my mouth. “Suck on my fingers, baby.”
I’m surprised by his words but I do as he asks, sucking his fingers into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them, and his eyes go wide as he watches me. His cock twitches between us and I ache to feel him buried inside me again, spreading and stretching my body just for him. The pain and pleasure of it earlier made me feel erotically delirious, causing me to spread my legs wider and dig my nails into him, wanting him harder and deeper.
When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, he reaches between us and rubs his wet fingers between my legs, smearing my saliva all over my lips. No one’s ever touched me there before, and my body instantly reacts, quivering and flushing with warmth. Spreading my folds with his fingers, he gently pushes me down until I’m flush against him with his cock wedged between my lips.
“Keep your legs spread and slide yourself back and forth over me,” he coaxes, grabbing my hips and moving me so my sex glides from the base of him all the way up to the head, and then back again. And he’s right, even though he’s not inside me, rubbing along his hard length feels incredible.
Leaning back against the pillows, his gaze drifts up my body, not stopping until he reaches my eyes.
“That feels so good…,” he groans softly, cupping my breasts in his hands again. “Don’t stop, just let yourself go and get off on me. I want to watch you come.”