Page 105 of Hurry Up And Wait

He shot me a cocky grin as his fingers slid between my breasts, circling over one nipple and down…down…

“How are you here?” I asked breathlessly, gasping when his fingers slid inside me and he slowly pumped his fingers in and out.

“I couldn’t stay away. A month without you is way too fucking long.”

My fingers knifed through his hair as I pulled him down to my lips, kissing him softly. In mere seconds, he was undressed and settled between my legs, his cock pressing against my core. I gasped as he thrust inside me, his lips kissing my neck as his hands slid under my body and pulled me tightly to him.

We were one, our bodies connected in every way. His lips rarely left my skin as he thrust inside me, burying himself in my body and taking what he needed. There wasn’t a single second that I didn’t kiss him, didn’t remind myself that these moments were few and far between. He’d come home for me, just as desperate to see me as I was to see him.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he murmured. “I missed you so much.”

I wrapped my leg around him, pulling him further into me, forcing him to fuck me hard and deep. “Don’t stay away that long again.”

“Never,” he promised. He kissed me hard, gripping my hip as he crushed his body to mine, fucking me hard and fast—deep and long. I bit his shoulder as he worked his body in mine, pushing me higher and higher.

My breathing was ragged, my hands shaking as he bent my body and twisted my emotions. I’d never felt anything like this before. Nothing could compare to the way he made me feel right now—this need to have him, to keep him with me. He belonged to me, body and soul.

His breath fanned over my face as he leaned back and looked at me in earnest. “Isla…”

The words were on the tip of his tongue. I could feel them as his eyes searched mine. And when they didn’t immediately come, I knew it was only uncertainty holding him back. We’d been separated too long and he didn’t want to jump the gun. But he loved me, that much I was certain of.

His lips fused one last time with mine, and that’s when I felt it. His body tightened and his hips jerked as he gripped my waist,holding me against him. It was too hot. I couldn’t catch my breath as I felt him spill himself deep inside me. My body clenched around him, and then I was falling, clinging to him as I came apart in his arms.

His lips pressed against my forehead and a chuckle escaped his lips as his thumb brushed whispered kisses over my lips. “Better?”

A smile graced my lips and I kissed him again, pulling him to me. “So much better.”

He slid off me, pulling me to his chest as his breath brushed over my cheek. My eyes drifted shut as everything in me shut down. For the longest time, the only sound in the room was his heart thundering, making me smile because I got what I desperately wanted.

“I’m a little jealous,” he rumbled.

“Of what?”

“Whoever got to be your first.”

I smiled against his chest, running my fingers over the hard planes of his body. “I could say the same thing.”

“You always liked my brother better.”

“No, I didn’t,” I laughed. “He was too much of a rebel for me.”

His fingers slid through my hair, massaging my scalp. I sank into his touch, letting my eyes drift closed. “I saw the way you looked at him. You always had eyes for him.”

“I was looking at him because I didn’t want you to see me staring at you,” I admitted. I shifted, pulling the sheet up around my breasts as I turned to face him. “Whatever happened with Spencer?”

I felt him stiffen beside me and his eyes glared at the ceiling. I knew his brother was dead, but what I didn’t know was how it happened.

“Underground fighting ring,” Kavanaugh finally said. “One too many hits to the head. Knocked his brain loose.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, resting back against him. I had so many more questions, but by his clipped tone, I knew he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and pushing would only ruin the night. He quickly changed the subject before I could do it.

“You haven’t told me much about what you did after your family moved away.”

I grinned at him, though I could feel the strain in his body despitethe smile on his face. “Are you worried I’ve had too many lovers for you to contend with?”

“That and how many I’ll have to kill just so they don’t have any memories of you naked.”

“Yes, that would be a healthy way to deal with your obsession.”