by Shae Scott
“Ally? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Did something happen?” I watched the worry crease his brow as he looked me over, as if looking for injuries. When he didn’t find any he looked over my shoulder towards the drive. “Where is your car? How did you get here?”
“I took a cab,” I said, waving my hand absently. He was distracting me. I needed to remember why I’d come here.
“From the city?” he asked, clearly confused.
“It doesn’t matter how I got here. It only matters why I came here,” I managed. I held his gaze, trying to appear serious; find my focus.
“Oh. Okay. Why don’t you tell me why you came here then?” he asked, trying to hide his smirk.
“Don’t smirk at me. I hate it when you smirk at me,” I scowled. That was a lie. Sometimes that smirk was sexy. Sometimes that smirk got me into all kinds of trouble.
“Sorry,” he said, wiping it clear. He crossed his arms across his chest to match my serious pose. “Would you like to come in or should we have this serious discussion out here on the porch?”
“Yes. No.” He cocked his head at me waiting.
“Fine. But just in the entry. I’m not staying,” I warned. He didn’t point out that my ride had left me.
“Okay.” He opened the door wider and gestured for me to come inside. I brushed past him, his scent hitting me like a wall of sex, literally making me go weak in the knees. My reaction fueled my anger and reminded me why I was here.
I spun to face him as he shut the door behind us. “I need you to go away,” I shot out before the door had clicked shut.
“Away?” he asked, curiously. His expression amused. It pushed my buttons.
“Away from me. You can’t just parade around town, buying houses and puppies and bringing me soup and singing to me at bars. It’s not fair. You left me. And I’m moving on from you. At least I was until you showed back up with your stupid perfect hair and that goddamn smirk. We are not friends, Owen. Not anymore. So stop trying to be my friend,” I said, voice strong and loud.
“You don’t want to be friends?” he asked, his voice calm.
“Nope.” I said flatly, crossing my arms to mirror him.
“Are you drunk?” he asked.
“No, I’m not drunk. I’ve been drinking, but I know exactly what I’m doing here. I need you to stop. Stop being nice to me. Stop trying to be my friend and convince me that I should let you back in. Just stop it.”
He cocked an eyebrow and studied me for a full minute without speaking. His gaze made me uncomfortable and I backed away from him in an effort to put more space between us. Maybe I should have stayed outside.
“Let me get this straight,” he said taking a step towards me. The movement was slow and deliberate and it made my skin tingle. I stood up taller in defense. “You don’t want to be friends,” he said, taking another step my way. I shook my head. “Instead, you want me to be mean to you and just go away. Oh, and you don’t like soup or puppies,” he added, the smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth.
“It’s not funny. Don’t make fun of me. I’m being serious,” I warned.
“I know you are. I can tell. You’re all fired up. It’s adorable and sexy all at the same time,” he said taking another slow step towards me.
“Stop it. That’s what I’m talking about. You can’t say things like that to me,” I said.
“I’m just trying to make sure I understand what you want,” he said innocently.
“I want you to stop looking at me like that,” I said. I flinched when I heard my voice come out sounding a little too breathy. It felt like he was stalking me. My body liked the idea, my brain was fighting for control.
“Like how, exactly?” He was teasing me and enjoying it.
“You know exactly how,” I said. He was so close to me now. My heart was beating a heavy rhythm against my chest.
“Maybe you should close your eyes,” he suggested. I shook my head and looked up at him. “I can’t help the way I look at you.”
“Stop. Please don’t do that,” I begged. His hand traced my cheek and I leaned into it unwillingly. The familiar feel of his calloused fingers against my skin caused my body to hum with want. I hated the weakness his touch caused me. I couldn’t help it.
I met his eyes, and saw the familiar storm that lived there. That look, the one he got when he wanted to kiss me senseless, when he wanted to lay me down beneath him. It painted vivid images in a flash. I needed to get out of here.
“I don’t want to stay away from you,” he said softly, roughly, his face close to mine. I could feel his breath against my cheek and I swallowed hard. “So, what do we do about that?”
My voice seemed to be caught in my throat. All I could concentrate on at the moment was his close proximity, the sound of his voice and the scent of his skin.
I closed my eyes unwillingly and then I felt his lips brush against my own, soft and gentle, asking for permission, yet warning me he planned on taking the kiss. When my mouth parted just a little, he pushed closer and took control. His lips were soft and firm as they moved against mine, asking me to surrender to him. Again. And I did, because I had missed the feel of him too much to say no. He was a lesson I would never learn.
His mouth moved urgently against my own, taking me deeper under his spell.
Somehow I managed to find my strength and push him away. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to. This is not how I imagined this going. But the feel of him, still pressed against me left my body screaming out for more attention. Every piece of me knew exactly what it was like to be near him, to have him wrapped around me. The kiss had me craving everything I knew he could give me.
We were both breathing heavily, his forehead bent down against mine. I may have had the strength to stop the kiss, but I didn’t have it to push him further away.
“Tell me what you want,” he breathed out the raspy sound and I felt my insides clench with anticipation. Every inch of my skin was crawling with electricity. I opened my mouth, but only heard the small whimper that came out.
His hands moved up my arms, lightly caressing my skin and I shivered. “What do you want Kit Kat. Tell me. I’ll do anything you want,” he murmured.
“I want to hate you,” I admitted. “I want to stop thinking about you all the time. I want to not want you,” I breathed, my voice shaky with restrained emotion.
His hands moved to the back of my neck, tracing soft lines against the sensitive skin. “I think about you. All the time. I think about the way your hair always smells like grapefruit and the way you throw your head back when you really laugh at something. I think about how soft your skin is when I run my fingers across it. I think about the sounds you make when I’m buried deep inside you. I think about you all the time. I think about us and the way we fit together.” His voice was deep and thick with seduction. It was weakening my resolve. My skin was heated, my breath quick and unsteady.
His words held me prisoner. I’d told myself that I’d come here to tell him to stay away from me. Standing here now, the taste of him on my lips, I knew I’d come here for a totally different reason.
“I think you’re thinking about it too. You’re moving against me in that way you do when you want me to make you come. Do you want me to make you come, Ally?”
He moved his body so that it was pressed against mine and I could feel his hardness pushing against me. “I-” I couldn’t get the thought out. One hand continued to caress the back of my neck while the other one ran down my side until it was resting on my thigh.
“I didn’t hear you. Do you want me to touch you? Is that why you are here? Tell me. I’ll do whatever you want.” His offer had me feeling weak. I dug my fingers into his shoulders trying to keep steady though my legs were beginning to shake. Yes, I wanted him to touch me. It may not be smart, but I craved him in the worst way.
Before I could answer he kissed me, his tongue slipping past my lips and pulling me in deeper. He wasn’t holding back and I felt the intensity
rocket higher, leaving me at a loss.
His fingers moved along my bare thigh until they reached the trim lace of my panties. He teased, running them softly across the edge, but not going beneath the fabric. My body shivered with anticipation. It had been so long since he’d touched me like this and my body was more than ready to make up for lost time.
“Owen, please,” I begged as his mouth moved to my neck, his tongue licking delicious patterns across my throat. I felt him smile against my skin. Thankfully he didn’t make me wait. He pushed aside the satiny fabric and began to rub gently across my sensitive skin. I moaned, pushing into him.
“Do you like that?” he asked huskily. When he pushed a finger into me, my fingers pressed harder into his shoulders, digging into his skin. “Fuck, you’re already so wet. So needy.”
His mouth found mine again, escalating and pulling me into him as he added a second finger to his assault, his thumb rubbing against my clit and making me moan against him. His fingers knew exactly what to do to push me higher. I could feel my body tightening instantly as his mouth devoured me. My consciousness was being split between the way his tongue felt against my own and the way his fingers had me climbing towards a release I had needed for months. I was completely lost in the sensations and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to crumble completely. I breathed out his name on a sigh as my legs began to tremble beneath me.
“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall, baby.”
I came hard and yet his fingers continued to move inside me, milking out each powerful wave as it hit me. I fell against him, thankful that he did indeed keep me on my feet as promised. I pressed my head against his chest trying to catch my breath as I came back down. He kissed the top of my head and brought both hands up to my face and tilting it up to look at him. His eyes were still filled with passion and want and it stirred my insides.
“Better?” he asked.
“Hmm. A little.” I admitted. He cocked his head to the side.
“Just a little? I’m not sure that works for me,” he smiled. He pressed his mouth to mine and it was slow and soft. Teasing. “You could come all the way into the house,” he said softly. I didn’t miss the double meaning in his words. “Maybe there’s something else you wanted?”
Hell yes, there was. I wanted his body. I wanted every hard inch of it. Pressed against me. In me. Shit, this was not part of my plan. “Okay.” The word betrayed me. I heard it. And while I knew it would be smart to take it back, I wasn’t going to. Not now. I needed him. He had awakened a fire deep within me and I wasn’t going to be able to quiet it on my own. I’d worry about the rest tomorrow.
His eyes caught mine and I saw his jaw tense as he swallowed hard. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice husky as he pulled me against him, his lips running along my throat. “Because if you want to leave I won’t stop you. But I won’t deny that I want to be with you. I want to bury myself deep inside you. I want to feel every inch of you beneath me. I want you, Ally. I want all of you.”
“I’m sure,” I managed. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. I needed to taste him, feel his kiss. He didn’t disappoint me. He kissed me hard, passion boiling up between us. There was no room for thinking or questioning right now. I needed this. I needed him. Right or wrong, there was no going back.
He broke away, looking down at me, eyes blazing. “I’m taking you to bed,” he said. He grabbed me up, cradling me. He kissed me as he walked and I kicked off my shoes, letting them land somewhere in the living room. He didn’t notice.
When we got to the bedroom he set me down and just gazed at me for a long moment. “Beautiful,” he murmured to himself. I didn’t like the space between us. I wanted to feel him. I reached for his waistband. He let me tug him closer and as I undid the button he kissed me. His mouth on mine felt amazing. Everything about him had my body buzzing. I craved him. My addiction was waking up with a vengeance.
His hands moved up my sides, grabbing the ends of my dress and pulling it over my head, all while kicking off his jeans. My hands pulled his t-shirt up and he helped me get rid of it. His skin was warm and hard beneath my fingers. I loved the feel of him. I broke our kiss and moved my mouth to his chest, running my tongue across his hard lines. He groaned and pushed me towards the bed. I moved back so that I was lying with my head near the pillows. He crawled towards me, stalking. He stopped and ran his hands down my thighs, to my knees where he pushed them apart. I wanted to stare at him, but I also wanted him to touch me, fill me. My body was covered in chills and heat.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said as his hands moved up my legs to grasp the edges of my panties. He pulled them down, slowly, torturous. I quivered under his touch as his fingers brushed against my exposed flesh before he moved up to breasts. He blew a hot breath against me, the heat seeping through the material before he went to remove it. I whimpered as his mouth covered my nipple. I arched into him, needing it all so much more than I wanted to admit.
My hands moved to his boxers and pushed them over his hips. I wanted to feel him. I ran my hands along his hardness, gripping him and stroking him between us. He groaned low in his throat and then kissed me again, deep and satisfying. It overtook me and I grabbed his shoulders, my fingers digging in.
When he broke the kiss he smirked at me. That stupid amazing smirk. “I want to taste every part of you.” His lips moved to my throat, kissing, nipping and licking his way across my skin. He moved at a slow pace, showing the same attention to every inch of my skin. It was intoxicating and by the time he reached the space between my legs I was a coil of tension. It didn’t take long for his talented mouth to bring me right to the brink and over the edge and I quickly fell apart beneath him. Again.
I opened one eye and watched him as he moved back up my body. “You doing alright?” he smiled.
I muttered some sort of response. He kissed my cheek, the corner of my lips. “Stay with me, baby. I’m not finished with you yet. I’ve waited way too long to be with you again. I’m not wasting a moment,” he growled. His mouth found mine and soon I was being taken under another wave of intensity.
His kiss was poison and antidote. It was everything I needed and everything I should stay away from. He overtook me, he consumed me.
We clung to each other letting our kisses deepen, nearly frantic with need. He moved and I could feel him pressing against my entrance. I wanted to push up and take him in, but I forced myself to pause. I broke away from him and pressed on his chest so that I could see his face. “Wait,” I breathed out.
He looked down at me, confusion in his eyes. “Do you have something? A condom?” We’d been apart for 6 months. I had to keep some sense about me.
The confusion faded and I saw the flash of pain hit his eyes. We’d never taken this kind of precaution before. We hadn’t had to, but that had been different.
“Ally,” he breathed out, a sigh of defeat. “I…I haven’t been with anyone since you. Have…Did you…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but I saw the hurt in his eyes at the thought that I had been with William.
I smiled. “No. I haven’t.” I said quietly.
Relief filled him. “Thank, fuck!” he said and then he was pushing into me, filling me instantly. Maybe it was because I was half drunk, maybe it was because I had so many memories tied up with this man, or maybe it was just that I was insanely horny, but I suddenly felt complete.
He moved within me, hard and deep. We were a clash of bodies, hot and clumsy, yet perfectly in sync together. It never felt like this with anyone before. My body craved him, needed him. He took me straight to the top and had me teetering on the edge. He pushed deep inside me and stilled, pausing his punishing rhythm.
“Wait, don’t move.” His breath was heavy against my ear and I could feel his heart pounding against his chest. I took a moment to find my breath. “I don’t want to come yet. I need this too much. I missed you too much,” he said. He began to move again, but this time in long, slow, measured strokes that we
re nothing but exquisite. I felt every inch of him move within me, so slowly and seductively that I could hardly handle the sensation that it was creating.
“Owen, my God, Owen,” I was holding on to the last bit of sanity that I had left. But he was taking my body under his control and I had no choice but to go along with him. He was no longer fucking me senseless; this was no longer about pent up release. He was making love to me in the most achingly way imaginable. I clung to him as he not only took my body higher, but my heart twisted and ached. I was done. Gone. I had crossed over.
My body trembled beneath him, I could feel it, I was going to shatter into pieces and I wasn’t sure anyone was going to be able to put me back together after this. When he followed me with his own release I felt gutted. Emotionally and physically spent.
This was bad. This was so very good.
I was in deep.
This was trouble.
I felt him, pressed into my back, his arms wrapped around me in a familiar hold and his breath warm against my neck. I’d never expected to be here again. I’d never imagined that I’d let my guard down to be this close to him. Not after what we’d been through. I can’t believe that I allowed myself to let him in. Hell, I’d come here. I’d been the one doing the asking...the begging. I knew it was wrong. I’d known how dangerous it was the entire way over here, but I hadn’t taken the time to care. The need to have him was too great. As soon as he’d touched me I was done. Just like every other time. He had such a hold on me and I was a complete fool to let him close enough to wield that power over me again.
Still, the feel of him, I had missed it. I had missed him. My heart was still his in every way and with every touch I had surrendered to him, willingly and without regret. Flashes of him, his mouth on my skin, his hard body pressed against mine as he filled the emptiness that had been there since he’d left me were burned against my eyelids. It made my body ache for him again. It was too much. It was too hard. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t be here now. What did this all mean? I was playing with fire and I already knew that I was going to lose.
