Page 35 of Wicked Promises
“You’ve been avoiding me,” she accuses. “Minus, you know, being in jail.”
She was kidnapped because of me.
She’s been hurt, over and over, because of me.
And the worst part is, I haven’t been able to prevent any of it.
Ian, our parents, her abduction.
“Stop thinking,” she orders, pushing herself upright. “Caleb. I’m right here. I’mokay.”
“But you…”
She touches my face.
“I couldn’t save you,” I mutter, and a piece of weight lifts off my chest.See where honesty gets you?“God, I didn’t even know you had been taken until Detective Dickwad showed up?—”
She pulls me toward her. Her hands are gentle on the back of my neck. I go with the pressure until our lips are inches apart.
And then I resist.
“Margo—”
She closes the distance between our lips and kisses me.
I’m shocked into immobility. She’s not usually the pursuer in our fucked-up relationship. I’ve hunted her down, bullied her, broke her. But in the end, she turned out stronger than I could’ve imagined.
Her lips move against my frozen ones. It isn’t until her teeth tug on my lower lip that my body thaws.
I slide my hands up her sides, over her shoulder blades and into her hair. She gives me the control. She broke the ice but now surrenders. I tilt her head back, and my tongue dips into hermouth. Her tongue moves along mine, forcing me out so she can explore my mouth.
She tastes sweet.
I lay her back down gently, cupping the back of her head even after it rests on the pillow. My body follows, hovering just over her. It was like this upstairs. Injured, wild. We’re still fully clothed, and my skin is too hot. She breathes hard, too. The urgency is unmatched.
We’re a mess, her and I.
Her leg hooks over my hip, drawing me closer.
I groan into her mouth, shifting so she can feelexactlywhat she does to me.
She tears her mouth away from mine, panting. “Caleb.”
I shift to her neck, licking and kissing a spot just below her ear that drives her crazy. She wriggles beneath me, her head lolling to the side to give me better access. Her hands go to my pants and shoves them down.
She gets my boxers off next.
I bite her neck, and she shudders. I grin.
“I need to feel you,” she whispers.
I roll my hips, the head of my cock brushing her panties. She’s soaked, and it only makes me harder.
Her fingers find my erection, and she tugs her panties to the side.
I thrust into her. No hesitation, nowaiting. We both let out a low groan.
Being inside her without a condom is dangerous. She feels so good. Her pussy grips my length while I stay still. I really want to just not fucking think for a little while. And getting lost in her is as good a place as any for my mind to go.