Survivor (First to Fight #2)(44)

There’s a hint of tension tightening her eyes so I move up, focus on her words. “Don’t know if you can what?” She glances away and I bring a hand to her cheek to look at me. “If you want to stop, we can. We can wait.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t know. I just don’t want to disappoint you. This…sex. It’s not easy for me. I don’t…I haven’t done this in a long time.”

I stroke her stomach and lean up to press a kiss against her lips, tasting her, reassuring her. “No pressure here, baby. I just want to make you feel good. Just want to take away the pain for a little while. Can I do that?”

Nodding, she reaches up to kiss me back, then guides me back down her body. I nudge her legs back open and settle between them, determined. I can give her this. I wasn’t there when she needed me most, but I can be here now. Give her this reprieve.

With her pleasure in mind, the sound of her breathless gasps in my ear, I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth, teasing her ruthlessly with my tongue.

I lift her hip with one hand, cupping it to bring her closer to my mouth. If her mouth had been intoxicating, the taste of her desire is a drug and I dive in, eager to stoke my own growing addiction. I alternate between her clit and her entrance, not sure which I want to taste more.

When she’s bucking beneath me and her moans grow louder, I free a hand and slip two fingers inside, my abs tightening when her tight channel sucks my fingers in with desperate clenches.

Warm. Wet. Slick. If I were less of a man, I’d come in my jeans just feeling her tighten around me with a desperate sob. I nearly do when she reaches down to grip my hair and lift her hips to meet my mouth.

She groans. “Shit, shit, that feels good.”

Encouraged by her words, I attack her * with renewed ferocity, the lust inside of me speared on by the tension building inside of her locked limbs with each flick of my tongue. Her hips move in time with the thrusts of my hand and her legs tighten around my shoulders.

Curving my fingers upwards, I give her everything I’ve got. My hand squeezes the ripe curve of her ass, my tongue tortures the little bud between her legs, and I try to ignore my dick straining between my legs. I haven’t been this hard in years and not taking her is a thing of torture.

But this isn’t about me.

Her back curves and her stomach quivers. The way she’s clutching around my fingers is agony, but I know she’s getting closer.

Then a knock comes at the door, followed by Rafe’s voice. “We’re gonna be late!” he shouts.

We both freeze and I look up to find Sofie’s eyes wide. Even though it pains me, I move back, trying not to pay attention to her sexy, nearly naked body on the bed.

“We’ll be right out,” I tell him.

She presses her hands to her face, her body still shaking. “Oh my god,” she whispers.

The mood broken, I kneel down and grab her panties, wincing at the throbbing in my dick. “I’ll be right back,” I say. “I’m just going to go murder your cock-blocking brother.”

“Jack!” she says as she grabs my arm. I let her pull me down on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry,” she says.

Pushing the hair from her face, I say, “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

She blows out a breath and sighs. “I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time.”

The boys forgotten, I study her eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” She glances back at the clock. “Shit we have to go.”

We both get to our feet and I kneel by her to help her step into her panties. I press a kiss to her hip and then stand to press one to her lips. “We’ll finish this later,” I say.

“You don’t think we’re moving too fast?” she says.

“Baby, I think we’ve waited long enough.” I grin. “I’m not against you using me for sex, anyway.” I drag her hand down my chest to the bulge under my thin briefs. “In fact, I’m all for it.”

“You’re probably going to regret that,” she says, but her hand squeezes around me anyway.

I bring her mouth back to mine again. “I’m ordering you to feel good about this. No regrets, remember. Baby steps.”

“Jack, I might not ever—”

I nip her lip. “No regrets.” Glancing behind me at the alarm clock, I add, “You should probably get dressed.”

She yelps and I enjoy watching her race around the room half-naked, her tits bare and bouncing.

It doesn’t distract me from the thought of her, twisted in agony from being yanked back from the edge. If I didn’t know she’d been assaulted, I’d know it now.

Imagining the things he’d done to her to make her so ashamed of her own response has me boiling as I pull on my jeans and T-shirt.

I almost hope I run into the bastard at the gym.

I could use something to pound on.

His face would do.

Forcing him from my mind, I turn to a frantically dressing Sofie. “Why don’t you let me drop you off? I’ll take the boys to school and basketball practice, then we can have some guy time after instead of them going to the sitters while you’re at work.”

She pokes an earring through and glances at me in the mirror. “Are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t.”