Page 74 of Fall For Me
Tossing my head back, a sigh slips past my lips. White heat races down my spine as her pussy grips my dick like a vise, and I spill every last drop into her.
Bending my head, my lips take hers again. I’ll never be the same again. I’m done. Completely and utterly gone for her. I’ll do anything to keep her . . . any fucking thing. Forever isn’t long enough.
I head to the bathroom, wet a cloth in warm water, then come back to clean her up. After the lights go out, we lie in bed wrapped in each other's arms. Moonlight spills in through windows and casts a soft glow over her features as she tilts her chin up to look at me. Damn, she’s perfect.
“What was that?” She traces the ink on my arm with her fingertips, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s never felt like that before.”
“I don’t have experience with what just happened, baby; it’s foreign to me too, but I believe it's what people call making love.” Snuggling back into me, she places a kiss over my heart, and that little gesture makes everything click into place. “Hannah?”
“Hmm?”
I tilt her chin back up, fucking thankful to be here in this moment after everything I’ve done. “The way you make me feel . . . It steals my fucking breath. And my heart . . . Fuck, I don't even know how to explain it . . . It feels like it’s gonna explode. The thought of you ever leaving me . . .”
I close my eyes and shake my head in disgust.
“Sean, what? W-what are you . . . why?”
“I left you. I fucking left you, and if you felt even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now while I broke your heart over and over . . . and on top of that, going through everything else . . .”
I release a staggering breath as the true weight of what I put her through really settles over me. My thumb brushes against the skin on her cheek. “Goddamn baby, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself for hurting you like that. I know I’ve apologized, and I meant it. But I didn’t truly understand the magnitude of how bad I hurt you until now. I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so damn much, and I promise, I’ll never break your heart again.”
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you proved it, Sean.”
“Why are you smiling like that? And what are you doing out here, spying on their meeting?” Aiden asks.
I wonder if she misses me . . . if she’s thinking of me right this second. If not, she will be. I tamper with the controls on my app, changing the settings so the vibration goes as high as it will go, then click the start button and watch her through the little window of the conference room door. Eyes widening in surprise, Hannah shifts in her seat.
“Sorry. What’d you say?” I ask when Aiden clears his throat, but instead of paying attention to him, I continue to watch her.
She grips the arms of her chair and shifts to the side. I laugh, pressing the stop button.
“Of all the fuckery I’ve done in my life, I’m surprised to say that I’m in shock right now,” Aiden says, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re a dirty mother fucker.”
“Get out of here, Aiden,” I say, pressing the start button again.
Hannah’s hand shoots to the table, gripping the edge as Aiden stares a hole into the side of my head. I turn to him with one raised brow.
“Okay. Fine. I’m leaving to go pick up Jade from Cammie anyway, but I wanted to talk to you about Hannah’s surgery tomorrow. Are you planning on going or?—”
“I’ll be there,” I say, cutting him off just as the door flies open and Hannah barrels out of the room.
I click the stop button on my app.
“Hi, Aiden. Bye, Aiden,” she calls out, grabbing my hand and hauling me down the hallway.
Keeping up with her quick strides, I follow her downstairs to the empty locker room. As soon as we clear the door, she’s on me—her hands in my hair, her mouth on mine. I toss my phone onto the bench, then pick her up and carry her to a shower stall far in the back. Our clothes go flying the second I set her on her feet. I reach between her legs and pull the toy out of her pussy.
“Miss me?” I ask, dropping to my knees, but with one swipe of my tongue along her slit, she sighs instead of answering. “Goddamn, Rebel. You taste like fucking heaven.”
“Y-you . . . you fucked up my meeting—oh, God, don’t stop doing that.”
I chuckle against her pussy and look up at her. Her mouth parts on a moan, and she tosses her head back. Fuck she’s so goddamn sexy, riding my tongue. I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her hand shoots to my hair, gripping it in her tight fist as her clit begins to throb under my tongue. The sound of her cries bounce around the shower stall as she comes. I don’t give her time to recover before I stand and lift her up, claiming her lips while she coils her legs around my waist.
“Be quiet, Rebel or we’re gonna get caught,” I whisper, covering her mouth with my hand and running the tip of my dick along her entrance. Her eyes squeeze tight, and she releases a muffled whimper against my palm as I push into her. I pause, giving her time to stretch around me until I can’t hold back anymore.
