Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(80)

Her laughter turned into a needy gasp as I started dragging off her skirt. I took her underwear with it.

Sliding the fabric down those long, slender legs until every inch of her was laid bare.

“Shit . . . ridiculous,” I hissed, letting a smirk climb to my mouth. “Ridiculous how gorgeous you are.”

She trembled, and her hips arched just from the heat of my stare. “Ollie, I need you.”

And I knew . . . I knew that I needed her more than she could ever need me, and that was kind of fucked up, but I couldn’t go on for one more second without her.

She was everything. Everything.

“So gorgeous,” I told her, the tip of my index finger running the center of her chest, riding down, across her trembling belly.

I eased off the bed, standing beside it, watching her in the night as I shrugged out of my boots and jeans and underwear.

Her lips parted and her gaze swept over me. Want darkened those indigo eyes.

Lust and desire and something that was so much bigger than that.

“You are what’s beautiful, Ollie. So beautiful. All these years, it’s been hard to look at you because I missed you so much.”

Sadness tinted the words, and I knew it came from that hurt I’d inflicted. Years of rejecting us both.

I reached in the drawer, quick to cover my cock, which was pointing for the sky, begging for her, before I was crawling back over her, between her thighs.

Desire brimmed and boiled, threatening to blow.

I cradled one side of her face in my hand.

“Sunshine,” I whispered.

Emotion thick, her face pinched, and her chest heaved with each shallow breath.

I wanted to swallow every single one of them down. Keep them tucked away as a reminder of the way I felt at this moment. So I’d never forget.

“Are you mine, Ollie?” whispered from her swollen, damp lips.

My mouth brushed hers, tasting the words. “I’ve always been.”

“Then take me.” She wound her arms around my neck. “Keep me.”

A thunder lit up my heart, pulse raging as it careened through my veins, our bodies catching as I nestled deeper between her thighs.

Her pussy slick and wet, my cock hard and ready.

That beast she was always all too pleased to remind me I was wanted to devour her. Take her fast and wild and hard.

There’d be plenty of time for that later.

Tonight, I wrapped her up and nuzzled my face in her hair. My murmur climbed into the dense air. “You owned me from the first day that I met you.”

She hooked her arm around my head, her perfect tits pressed to my chest, her body arching, begging for mine. “I had no idea that day that you’d become the focus of my life. The one I longed for. My whole life, all it took was a glance from you, and I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.”

Emotion clutched and clenched. I eased back a fraction, rubbing against the slick heat that burned between her thighs.

The tip of my cock caught.

Our breaths hitched, and our gazes tangled.

For the flash of a second, it was like I felt everything snapping into place.

Worlds aligning and spirits syncing.

Us.

She was right.

Exactly the way it was supposed to be.

She stared at me through the shadows, her lips parting as I pressed just the tip of my dick in to the silky welcome of her body.

“Tell me this is what you want,” I grunted, holding back.

“I want you more than you could ever know.” Her words struck me like arrows, and that was all I needed.

I nudged deeper into her warmth.

The girl so damned tiny that she was gasping and my jaw was clenching as I slowly spread her.

Felt so much like the first time I’d taken her, when she’d cried out from the pain and begged me for more, and I’d held her and whispered that I’d love her forever.

Didn’t matter that I’d only been a kid. Seventeen. I knew I’d never be given a greater gift than that.

And somehow, this felt just as big.

Because the girl?

The girl was giving her trust.

Even when I knew I didn’t deserve it. That I hadn’t earned it. But fuck . . . I was gonna try.

“Shit, Nikki,” I wheezed as I took her by the caps of her delicate shoulders, trying to hold myself in check when this girl had always made me lose all control.

She panted, her legs dropping wide, jagged gasps from her mouth as she adjusted to me again. Nails sank into my shoulders, and we both held tight until I fully buried myself in her body.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

“Are you okay?” I managed, propping myself up on an elbow so I could look down at her.

Need prowled my spine, begging me to move.

To take her right.

Those eyes met mine, so intense, that feeling gripping, sinking all the way inside.

She looked up at me like maybe I might be her sun, the way she was mine, her voice scratchy when she said, “You always take my breath away.”

My forehead dropped to hers. “Fuck . . . Nikki . . . Sunshine.”

She splayed her hands out wide across my back, and I was gathering her in my arms, getting her as close as I could get her. I began to move, measured rocks of my hips as I took her.

Stroke after stroke.

Friction and gravity.

Her whimpers struck the air, and I held her, took her slow and deep while I kissed her like the treasure she was.