Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(52)
I don’t bother hiding my surprise. “He cheated on you with your best friend? If I would have known that I would have hurt him worse for you, baby.”
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug before sitting down on the edge of the bed and tapping her fingers on the white duvet. With a cock of my head I have my arms crossed, watching the way she gulps while trailing her eyes up my body, spending a bit too much time on my semi-hard dick before finally meeting my intense stare. I smile, unable to help it regardless of the annoyance still swimming in my stomach.
As if my grin gave her confidence to talk more about her past relationship, she continues. “I was upset for a long time. It was more betrayal than anything else.”
“How long were you together?” I would rather swallow gravel than think of her with anyone else, but I’m too curious to stop asking questions. I want to know her. I almost feel like I need to.
“Four years. I only had one boyfriend before him and none afterwards. I guess the idea of trusting someone again has never appealed to me.”
“Or maybe you just haven’t found anyone worth trusting.”
She seems to gnaw on that for a while, looking as in thought as ever with her furrowed brows and slightly parted lips that I ache to taste and slide my tongue between.
“Or maybe I have but I’m exactly sure what to do with him yet.”
Surprise collars my throat and threatens to toss me off a tall cliff. My mouth is dry as I try to pull together a reply, failing when I remain silent. I know that I should have something worthy to say to her so that she doesn’t take my silence as rejection, and I watch her do exactly that, I have the sudden urge to kick her bedroom wall in frustration. She blinks away the vulnerability in her eyes, replacing it with a blank stare that I feel burning a whole in my side. “Your turn. What made you come here tonight? And don’t tell me it’s because you missed me.”
She meant it as a joke. But I did miss her. It wasn’t the reason for the aching pain of betrayal or the sharp burst of pain in my shoulder from behaving carelessly in the boxing gym, but it is the reason that out of anywhere that I could have gone to try and get myself back under control, I’m here. With her.
The fear of being open and honest with her about how I’m feeling is suffocating. Warning bells ring in my ears when I think about handing over a piece of myself to her, entrusting her with it. I’ve always prided myself on being confident, fearless. And I almost feel like I’ve let myself down in some way by not taking a risk that could end up paying off in the end out of fear of the unknown. Maybe if I knew exactly what I wanted from her I would be able to articulate that to her, and maybe it would put us both at ease. But the risk is blinding, terrifying in a way that I’ve never experienced.
Storm clouds loom in the distance of our relationship, preparing to either strike us to the ground, or separate to allow the sun to peek through and beat down on our shoulders in a warm embrace.
Come to think of it, I’ve never been one to enjoy a lightning show.
I’m in front of Sierra before she has a chance to be surprised, gripping under her ass and hoisting her up. Her legs wrap around me without hesitation before she presses against me with a heavy sigh and a roll of her hips. Needing to taste her, I take her mouth in a heated kiss that I hope allows her to feel the ache that’s settled beneath my rib cage, only settled by her.
My tongue slips between the seam of her lips before working deep inside her mouth, possessing her in a way that I’ve never craved before her. I taste the mint-chocolate chip ice cream she must have been eating before I arrived, mixed with the pure, addictive taste that belongs to Sierra and don’t hold back my groan. She swallows it, sucking the air from my lungs as she does so. We both need to breathe, but neither of us are willing to break apart. I’m a man possessed, too utterly captivated by the feel of her plush mouth moving against mine with the same possessive energy to think of my own needs.
With another roll of her hips against me I jerk my hips and brush my hardness against her underwear clad pussy, relishing in the feeling of warmth radiating from her. I drag my open mouth across her flushed cheek and under her jaw, nipping on the skin before tugging on her ear. “I need to be inside of you, baby. Tell me you need me too.”
She doesn’t hesitate, whimpering the words that I want to hear while gripping my shoulders hard enough to bruise and rubbing herself on the bulge in my jeans. “I need it. Please, Braden.”
“That’s a good girl,” I growl, sucking hard on her neck before pulling back and crawling on the bed, keeping her tucked beneath me and holding her to my chest as I do. Only once I’ve moved us to the top of the bed so I release her, watching as she falls on the bed, a toothy grin looking up at me. There’s a shatter in my chest as she breaks me open again and slithers farther inside the crack, owning me in a way that should have me terrified.
Slim fingers begin pushing my shirt up my torso and I yank it over my head quickly before removing the rest of my clothes. “Take it all off, my little fighter. This is going to be hard and fast. I don’t have the patience for slow and steady right now. Have to fuck you.” Need to own you like you do me. She does as I say with lust-blown pupils and swollen lips that have me throwing my head back and praying to God, asking for patience.
As soon as her shirt hits the floor and her bare flesh is right there in front of me, I curse. “You have the most gorgeous tits.” I suck a rose-tipped nipple into my mouth with a moan, flicking it with my tongue before letting it slip from my lips and blowing on it, watching as it grows needy for me. I pay the same attention to the other one, but bite down on it gently before pulling back and sucking on the skin beneath her breast, marking it.