Very Bad Things (Briarcrest Academy #1)(85)

She was naked, lying on top of the covers on her stomach, her body an honor, her love a gift. Full of light and optimism—even after her trials—her hope for the future was the beacon I would use to keep myself anchored. And now...now she was his. Her red hair was spread out over my pillow, and I stroked my fingers down her luscious wings, tracing the tips over the script. Cherish, a word not used much in my vocabulary, came to mind.

She stirred a little, and I straightened up and took my clothes off. I pulled a condom from the side table and rolled it on. I set out to make her mine.

Getting in bed, I leaned down to kiss down her shoulders and back, worshipping her body. The sweet sensation of her soft skin underneath my hands nearly undid me. She was utterly perfect to me. She was the girl from the parking lot, yet she wasn’t. Sadness no longer stained those beautiful eyes, darkness no long haunted the shadows of her face. She’d grown along with me. Elated and light of heart, I kissed behind her knees and down her calf. I kissed the arch of her feet. I kissed her sweet toes. My body clenched in desperate need, and I prayed I could hold out and make it good for her.

“Nora,” I murmured. She whimpered out my name, and I got harder from the invitation I heard in her voice.

She turned, and I reached for her piercing and flicked it with my finger. Cupping her breasts, I sucked each nipple in my mouth, my eyes narrowed in on her green ones shining like emeralds as she gazed at me.

“Tell me you love me,” I demanded after I’d kissed her thoroughly.

She smirked and arched her brow at me.

I tangled my hands in her hair and tugged gently. “Say my name and tell me you love me,” I said with a hint of tease. But I wasn’t kidding. At all. I needed to hear her voice, needed to know that she ached for me as much as I did her.

She caressed my chest, her fingers outlining my dragon tattoo. I let go of her hair and cradled her face, my nose touching her nose in a gentle caress. “Say it, and I’ll f*ck you,” I bargained, hearing the desperate yearning in my voice but not caring. She was all I wanted, and I wanted her to know it.

“Dirty talk. I like it,” she retorted with a gleam in her eyes.

Oh yeah, my Buttercup liked to play games. My excitement revved up.

“You asked for it,” I said, chuckling as I kissed her with little pecks and no tongue. Self-control kept me from taking her mouth like I wanted. She squirmed, grabbed my hair and tried to deepen my kisses, but I resisted, shaking my head at her. Bad girl.

She glared. “Kiss me. Give me an epic one.”

“As soon as you do what I want,” I murmured, giving her a hot look.

“I love you, Leo Jamison Tate, so kiss me, pretty please,” she said, her eyes heavy with emotion, letting me see the big love she had for me.

My heart sang, recognizing its mate.

I kissed her deep, and her hips arched off the bed, searching for mine. “Like that?” I asked against her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered.

My cock brush her thigh, and I groaned at the contact, my need escalating. I kissed her stomach, around to her hipbone, and down to her thighs, inhaling her scent. I let my fingers trace the edge of her navel, my mouth not far behind. Being this close to her, made me crazy. Insane. She made me feel so much.

“I’m the only one for you. You’re my bad girl. No one else’s,” I told her possessively as her body strained for mine.

She sighed and turned her head into the pillow, but I cupped her chin and brought her gaze back to me. “Don’t look away,” I said softly. “Lock your eyes on mine, Nora. It means everything to me. Let me see you fall apart.”

We touched each other slowly, our hands learning the secret places that made the other soar. My need was sharp, but I ignored it to focus on her, to see what drove her to the brink, to see what made her gasp and shudder. I discovered the mole behind her knee and the ticklish place on her arm. She found my birthmark and traced it with her tongue, her mouth hot against my already feverish skin.

My need rose higher as her broken entreaties and little whimpers spurred me on. Our bodies rubbed and rocked faster and faster, and I didn’t want to be in a hurry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I took her hands and intertwined our fingers, desperate to get as close to her as humanly possible, to be the only one she ever wanted again. She was it for me, and it freaked me out in the most fantastic ways.

She was a high I’d be addicted to for the rest of my life.

Finally, I thrust deep into her, leaning my head back and crying out at the contact. She called my name and we moved together, each loving the other.

“More,” she said after a while, her lips swollen from our kisses. I angled myself closer to her, our hands clutching each other, like we’d die without the other. Sweat dripped from me as I took her, my eyes never losing hers. Soft wonder came over her exquisite face.

“Nora,” I muttered in need, watching as she came apart right in front me, going stiff and arching her back, her cries like sweet music to my ears. My love for her slammed into me, sending me over as I came too, yelling her name as we rode the wave together.

Nothing compared to this. Deep satisfaction settled in my bones. She was mine. We were united, one love, one body.

I pressed my forehead to hers. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that I’m going to wake up in the morning, and you’ll be here, in my arms.” I swallowed. “I love you so much, Buttercup, it hurts.” Truth.