Fallen Too Far (Too Far, #1)(58)

No, no, no.



She didn’t come home for hours. I didn’t know how many; I just knew it was late. I had been sitting outside my door on the floor, waiting for her. Staring straight ahead. Needing to see her and hold her and know she was here with me. She wasn’t gone.

The sound of the front door opening sent my heart into a wild frenzy. Blaire was home. This could be it. The end. No. No. No. I wouldn’t allow it. I would make her love me. Make her forgive me.

When she stopped on the top step and saw me, I sat there and took her in. My sweet Blaire. She had shown up and stolen a piece of my heart without opening her mouth. Then she’d consumed me. Taken it all. I had let her have it freely.

She started walking toward me, and I stood up and went to her. “I need you upstairs. Now.” The desperation in my voice seemed to surprise her, but she didn’t question me.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my door. I had to hurry and get her tucked safely into my room. Away from them. I tugged her inside and closed the door, before turning to her and pressing her against the wall.

I ran my hands down her body, memorizing each curve. It wasn’t enough. I needed the clothes off. Grabbing the front of the shirt she was wearing, I ripped it open. I didn’t have time for buttons. She gasped, and I covered her mouth with mine. I stabbed her sweet warmth with my tongue over and over, while I made quick work of the snap of her shorts and jerked them down her legs. She was naked. My Blaire. My perfect, sweet Blaire.

Growling against her mouth, I knew I needed more. She wasn’t leaving me. I couldn’t let her leave me. I pushed her back onto the steps and jerked her shoes off, then pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. Completely naked. Just for me to see. No one else. Ever. Just for me.

Falling to my knees, I pushed her legs apart and ran my tongue up her slit, lapping at the clit that was already swollen and ready for me. Blaire cried out my name and fell back on her elbows. Her thighs fell open more as I slid my tongue inside her, before running it along the tender folds again. My name was a chant on her lips. I began kissing the soft skin of her thighs, and she trembled with needy whimpers.

“Mine. This is mine.” Lifting my head, I looked at her. “Mine. This sweet * is mine, Blaire.” It was mine.

She shuddered as I pressed my finger inside her heat.

“Tell me it’s mine,” I demanded.

She nodded as I slipped my finger further inside her.

“Tell me it’s mine,” I repeated.

“It’s yours. Now, please, Rush, f*ck me,” she said, panting.

Yes! That was my girl. Yes, she was mine. She needed to know she was mine. This was mine. Standing up, I jerked down the pajama pants I’d been wearing and kicked them aside. “No condom tonight. I’ll pull out. I just need to feel all of you,” I told her.

I would never put a condom between us again. I never wanted to be separated from her. Grabbing her thighs, I moved her up as I shifted down and lined my cock up with her entrance. I couldn’t slam into her if she was sore. God, she had to be so damn tired, but I had to have her. Slowly, I moved inside her.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, holding myself over her.

“It feels good,” she said with a sigh.

I was going to hurt her. I stopped and pulled out. “These stairs are too hard for you. Come here.”

I picked her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs. She was too fragile tonight to press against the hard wooden stairs.

“Will you do something for me?” I asked her, peppering kisses on her nose and eyelids while I stood beside my bed.

“Yes,” she replied.

I set her down on the floor and held on to her, even after her feet touched the rug. “Bend over and lay your chest flat on the bed. Put your hands over your head, and leave your ass stuck up in the air.”

I had fantasized about seeing her this way. She didn’t ask why or argue. She simply did it. Knowing she wanted to please me so easily made the panic grow. She was it for me. She had to know that.

I ran my hand over the round, smooth ass that she so willingly presented to me. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen,” I told her as I caressed it. Taking a firm hold of her hips and moving her legs farther apart, I entered her in one thrust.

“Rush!” Blaire cried out.

“Fuck, I’m deep.” I groaned, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Better than I had imagined. It was always more with her. Always f*cking more.

I began pumping inside her. She pressed back against me and grabbed handfuls of sheets as she made loud moans and pleas for more.

Hearing her pleasure made me push harder. I couldn’t get deep enough. I wanted to live in here. Locked inside her. The tight suction grabbed my cock, making my knees buckle. I was close. Reaching down between her legs, I slid my hand over her *. “God, you’re soaking wet.”

My words were all it took. Blaire bucked back against me wildly, calling out my name. It took all my control to pull out of her and shoot my release onto her ass. I wanted it inside her. My pleasure mixed with hers. But I couldn’t do that again. Yet.

“Gaaaah!” I yelled, as my cock jerked in my hands and shot my load all over her smooth back. Seeing myself there made me feel like I had marked her. I could see it. Me all over her. “Damn, baby, if you only knew how f*cking incredible your ass looks right now,” I said.