Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(56)

Sucked.

Licked.

I pressed my hand to her belly, pushing down as I pressed two fingers into her pussy.

Her walls clenched around me, and she gasped, arching and begging and rubbing herself on my face.

Going a little wild the way I knew she would.

My dick pressed painfully at my jeans, so goddamned hard I was pretty sure I was gonna lose my mind if I didn’t get inside her. That was all right because this girl had always driven me insane.

After tonight, I feared I would never come back down.

Feared I was never going to be the same.

Guessed I hadn’t been since the first time I’d kissed her.

It was Nikki who’d marked me. Written herself on me. Hers when I could never belong.

I fucked her with my fingers, slow and hard while I ate her frantically.

Matching the frenzied beat that hammered my heart.

Driving her mad the way I knew I could. Wishing I could say screw it all and fuck her right.

“Ollie . . .”

She started chanting my name. Lifting her hips and begging me for more.

I could feel it coming.

Pleasure winding her tight.

So tight she was gonna take me with her.

I sucked and licked and drove my fingers into her tight body.

Everything lifted.

Her body.

My spirit.

She cried out as her entire body arched and bowed. Her stomach flexed, rippled with her sexy little six-pack, and her head rocked back, pressing into the pillow.

Bliss streaked through her and slammed into me.

Swells of pleasure.

A full-body glow.

So fucking gorgeous.

I wanted to sink inside her so bad I couldn’t see.

Wanted to disappear in her.

Get lost.

Or maybe find my way back.

Because I didn’t think I’d ever felt so close to home than I did while I was holding her like this.

As I led her through her orgasm, I climbed back over her and swallowed every one of her pants like they might be able to sustain me. The girl my breath.

“Ollie,” she whimpered as she came down, her hands going back to my bare chest, sliding down my quivering stomach.

She went for my fly.

Quickly, I reached between us and snatched her by the wrists. I pinned both of them over her head. “Told you I was gonna take care of you, Nikki. I meant it.”

Hurt washed across her face, and I leaned down and kissed it away.

She sighed into my mouth.

I eased back, grabbed her underwear from the floor, and helped her back into them before I resituated her dress.

Something about it felt so damned intimate.

Like I hadn’t been closer to her than right then.

Her eyes tenderly watched me.

“Now, you rest,” I told her.

I scooped her up the same way as I’d carried her inside.

Though this time, I carried her to my bed.

I laid her in the middle of it and stood at the side staring at her through the faint light that filtered in from the hall.

It left her nothing but a silhouette.

Still, laid out across my bed, that spellbinding girl was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

Magic.

Doing something crazy in me.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, my damned hand shaking when I reached out and ran my knuckle from her temple to her chin.

She lifted to it, relishing in the touch, her voice a whisper in the night. “You, Ollie. It’s you who’s beautiful. You just don’t see yourself the same way as I do.”

I didn’t say anything, I just moved to my dresser and pulled out a tee, helped her from her dress, and tugged my shirt over her head.

It swallowed her, and I couldn’t help but grin.

I shrugged out of my jeans, leaving myself just in my underwear.

Could feel the fever in her gaze.

A smirk pulled to my mouth. “Told you, one look and you wouldn’t be able to think straight.”

“I can’t see you that well . . . why don’t you turn on the light?” The tease spun through the air, and I chuckled, climbed into my bed, and tucked her back against my chest.

So maybe it was stupid, but I pressed my hard cock to her ass. “Then we’d really be in trouble.”

She snuggled deeper into my hold. “Don’t pretend like we haven’t always been.”

Somberness moved between us, that awareness that had always been ours.

Magnetic.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, all distance erased, my mouth at her ear. “I’ve resisted you for so long.”

She danced her fingertips over the mourning blazing stars on my forearm. “Until last year.”

My eyes closed, and I pulled in a deep breath.

It was like inhaling life.

“I can’t tell you how fucking sorry I am that I did that, Nikki. I . . . lost myself that night. Instead of getting easier, it seems to get more difficult every year. I needed you.”

Even though my mind didn’t process it, remember it, my soul had sought her out.

“And tonight?” she quietly asked, a million questions in the two tiny words.

What did we just do?

What does this mean?

How long until you hurt me again?

I nuzzled my nose into the locks of her honeyed hair, comfort gliding through me like a balm. “And tonight, you needed me.”