Beauty from Pain(45)

He brings his hands to my hips and navigates me to the couch, but we don’t sit. He steers me to the arm until it hits me across the top of my thighs. I hear the sound of his zipper behind me and then the tearing of a foil wrapper.


A few seconds later, he pushes my pants and panties to my knees. Shit, I don’t remember which panties I’m wearing. I hope they’re not some of my old ones.


I feel his hand at my lower back and he pushes me over the arm of the couch. He glides a hand up my spine to my shoulders. I should be mortified at being bent over with my pants to my knees, but I’m not, and the thought dissipates altogether when he slides two fingers inside me. I rock back against his magic hand because I can’t hold still. It feels too good.


“You’re always so wet and eager.” I love the things he says to me when we’re like this. I implore him to say something else and he reads my mind. “Tell me what you want.”


“You.” I manage to whisper, but I’m not as good at this as he is.


He takes his fingers out and I feel his hard tip sliding up and down. “Tell me where you want me.”


“Inside me.” It comes out a little louder, but still barely more than a whisper.


“When?” He’s still teasing me, but uses a little more pressure.


“Now,” I manage to say a little louder.


“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you, Paige. When did you say you want me?” He’s taunting me.


“Right now!” I scream as I push back and force him inside me.


I hear him hiss through his teeth. “Then right now you shall have me.”


I feel his hands on my hips and I hear him groan as he sinks deep inside me with more force than I thought possible. I call out from the shock of it. “You like it this way, don’t you?”


I can’t lie. I love it. “Yes.” It’s all I can manage with him pounding into me.


He slows his pace a little and I feel one of his hands leave my hip to slide down my spine. “I love having you this way.”


I’m like a cat bending to his touch. He holds so much power over me … I wonder if he knows.


I spiral until he takes me to that place, the one where I implode as he drives hard into me one last time. A few moments later, I feel his kiss against my back. “Pack a bag. You’re coming home with me. But don’t change. I want you just the way you are.”


He doesn’t have to ask me twice.


18


Jack McLachlan


Paige is in her room packing when I hear the lock jiggle. Ben Donavon comes through the door to find me in his living room, sitting on the arm of his couch—the same one I just bent Paige over—and I stifle my laughter. He’s not happy with my presence and is about to question it when Paige comes out of her bedroom.


He sees her bag and reads the situation for what it is. She’s choosing to leave with me, not stay here with him. “Going somewhere?”


“Yeah, I’m staying with Lachlan tonight.”


He’s pissed off and that makes me more eager to get her away from him. “When should I tell Addison you’ll be back?”


She looks to me for an answer, but I don’t have one. I haven’t thought about a plan beyond tonight. “She’ll call and let her know.”


He’s furious because this isn’t his plan. His involved coming back to the apartment to have some alone time with Paige. Too bad. The only one-on-one she’s getting tonight is in my bed.


I put my arm around her and take her bag. “Ready, baby?”


Paige glances at me and grins. “I think so.”


As we walk out the door, I taunt him over my shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Ben.”


He doesn’t say anything back. Sore loser.


I see Paige’s gift by the door when we pull up. I called and canceled the delivery to the apartment and instead had it brought to the vineyard the moment my mum convinced me to spend Christmas with my “girlfriend.”


My poor mum. She thinks she sent me here to woo her potential daughter-in-law, not indulge in my latest lewd act.


Paige sees the gift on the porch when we get out of the car. “Check it out. Someone left a Christmas gift for you by the door.”