Page 42 of Scar Tissue

But no sooner than the thought leaves my head does she pull away from me, breathless. “Like I said, I don’t need your pity.”

“You and I both know I didn’t do that because I pity you. You said you can still feel their touch? Let me erase it.”

She shrugs and turns away from me, walking toward the door, but not before her hand grazes my cock. She’s baiting me and it’s working. She’s trying to see if I’ll cross the line that’s been drawn inthe sand between us these past few weeks. I snatch her wrist and flip her so her back is against the wall, my hand tightening on her hip as the other grips the nape of her neck. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish,” I warn. “I’m only so patient.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My grip on her neck tightens slightly and I don’t miss her rough swallow. “Thea, I’m telling you right now that if you don’t want this, I’m giving you ten seconds to get out the door. Otherwise, all bets when it comes to us are off. For good.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“One,” I say, letting her go. “Two.” I step away from the wall. “Three.” She still doesn’t move. “The clock is ticking, Thea. Four…Five...Six…”

She still hasn’t moved, and before I can finish counting, she throws herself at me, jumping and wrapping her thighs around my waist. I catch her with ease as she kisses me again and I fuck her mouth with my tongue. I whip us around and lay her on the bed beneath me, grinding my cock into her, and her eyelids flutter. “This means nothing,” she gasps out as I grind into her again.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I nip at her throat. “This meanseverything. I just told you that if this happens, all bets are off between us. If I take you now, Thea, I’m not letting you go. You aren’t just a simple fuck to me, a one night stand. And if that’s what I am to you, right now, then you really do need to leave.”

Her breathing is ragged and her fingers curl against my chest as she tries to call my bluff. “Why do you have to make everything feel so…permanent?”

I brush my lips along the edge of her jaw, holding myself above her. “Because it is. Because what I want with you has always been set in stone. You’re it for me. You always have been.”

“I should walk away,” she whispers. But I know she doesn’t intend for it to hurt me, it’s becauseshe’safraid of being hurt again. If she only knew that I’d give her the world if she only asked for it.

“I’m not stopping you. But if you stay, Thea, you stay knowingthat this isn’t just tonight. This is your last chance. Walk away now, or don’t walk away at all.” A soft curse slips past her lips as I run my hands along her side and press my forehead into hers.

Silence passes between us for a minute. Two. And I know I have my answer when she lifts her mouth back to mine and what I taste isn’t hesitation—it’s surrender. “How do you want it?” I rasp as my hand begins roaming her body. “Do you want me here?” I squeeze her breast. “Or here?” I cup her pussy, earning a gasp from her mouth. “I could take you in this very position with my hands, mouth, or cock, or…” I roll off of her, taking her shirt with us as I flip her onto her stomach. “Like this?” My mouth peppers kisses down her spine as she shivers beneath me. “But make no mistake, you’ll be rewarded with all of them regardless of how we start.” I lift her onto her knees, slowly pulling her shorts and underwear down her legs and running my mouth along the swell of her ass.

When she still doesn’t give me an answer, I run my hand through her folds, circling her clit from behind as I hover over her back and bite her earlobe at the same time I sink a finger inside of her. She arches against me as I work her, playing with her clit before inserting a second finger to stretch her. “Should I take you fast or slow?” Her answer is a roll of her hips as she meets my hand in another thrust, and I work on adding a third finger, teasing her.

“Nathan,” she moans, and I feel her wetness run down my hand before I remove my fingers. She starts to protest but it quickly turns into a squeal when I languidly stroke her pussy with my tongue, front to back and forth again. She surges forward when my tongue connects with her clit and I secure my grip on her hips to keep her where I want her. She tastes so fucking divine that I can’t help the groan that slips from my throat, vibrating against her. I’m rock hard, but I’m determined to make her come at least once before I fuck her, so I change my position to lay on my back and pull her pussy down on top of my face before she can ask what I’m doing.

“Eyes on me, Thea.” I stop what I’m doing to get her attention, because I’ll be damned if she gives it to the ceiling when I’m the onewith my mouth on her pussy. She hesitates, her nerves getting the best of her, and I slap her ass with one of the hands holding her above me. “Thea,” I growl, and she finally looks down at me. “You’re going to watch me make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name. That way, you’ll never forget who owns your body and you’ll never have to think about how someone else feels ever again. Look away and you’ll be punished. Understand?”

She swallows roughly, but nods. “Good girl.”

Chapter

Twenty-Five

THEA

“Good girl.”

Fuck me, every part of this man is perfect. I can’t tell whether he was crafted by God or the Devil himself, but I can’t bring myself to care as he screws me with his tongue. I never realized it before, but we are good together. Hell, we’re not only good together but welookgood together. He looks even better below me, his eyes boring into my own, making sure I’m listening to his instructions as he brings me to the brink of pleasure. When he adds a finger to help bring me to my climax my eyes roll into the back of my head and I’m punished with a slap to my ass again. I’m extremely tempted to do the opposite of what he said, if only to figure out what he’ll do to me if I don’t…but my orgasm is so close that I start rocking my hips against his mouth. There’s something in the way that he looks at me that topples me over the edge, and I detonate. By the time he slides out from under me, I’m a shaking mess, and collapse onto my stomach.

“We’re not even close to done.” The baritone of his voice surrounds me as he pulls me back onto my knees and lines himself up with my center. The first time we had sex, I didn’t pay attentionto his size, even though I knew he was larger than I’m used to based on how sore I was the next day…but I’m all too aware of it in this position. Understanding dawns on me as to why he was stretching me, why he was asking me how I wanted it. Not only because he intends on making this last, but because it won’t be the only time tonight.

He runs the head of his cock through my folds several times before bracing a hand on my lower back and using his other to guide himself inside of me before it finds my hip. My body immediately tenses, the position heightening the euphoria spilling over my skin as a harsh breath leaves him. “Relax, baby. You can take it.”

I try to do as he asks, my hands clawing at the sheets of the bed as he sinks in further, drawing something between a moan and a cry from me. “You’re doing so well, sugar.” He reaches around to play with my sensitive clit which causes me to push back into him, effectively seating him the rest of the way inside of me. His pelvis is flush with my ass as he pauses to let me adjust. “Fuuuck, I’m never going to get used to this.”

I squirm, seeking friction. “Shut up and fuck me, Adams.” He chuckles but makes no effort to move.

“So demanding…I wonder…would you beg for it?”He’s not serious.

Scoffing, I pull forward and then arch back, taking things into my own hands. “In your dreams.”

I don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling. I can sense that smirk from miles away. “Oh, you always do in my dreams. But reality is so much sweeter, sugar. Lucky for you, I’m not as patient tonight.” He adjusts himself on his knees as he pulls all the way out to the tip and slams back into me, a scream ripping from my throat that I try to tamp down by shoving my face into the mattress so I don’t wake our neighbors. “Oh no, I want to hear you,” he says as he wraps a hand through my hair and yanks my head back. “I don’t give a fuck if the whole hotel hears what I do to you, so long as those sounds belong to me.”