Where Lightning Strikes (Bleeding Stars #3)(61)

“Love my name coming from that smart mouth.” The words scraped up my throat.

I kept pumping my fingers, and her head rolled back, mouth dropping open the more pleasure I brought her.

That mouth.

That mouth.

She cried out in frustration when I suddenly pulled my fingers free. The sassy red vixen came out to play. Blue eyes flashed, and she made to sit up. “Damn it, Lyrik…don’t you dare—”

I cut her off by pressing my fingers into the well of her hot, hot mouth.

A mumbled moan rolled from her as she sank back down onto the mattress. The needy sound vibrated up my arm and through my body as her tongue played across the pads of my fingertips.

I slid them out, back in.

“Fuck…you’re so hot, Red. Don’t know how to make sense of you.”

I kept f*cking her mouth with my fingers and she kept bucking up, * rubbing against the tip of my dick.

Energy thick. Heavy. Anticipation and apprehension and desire.

I pulled all the way back and stared down over her.

Red writhed on the bed. Her delicate hands were fisted in my sheets.

Soft and unbelievably fierce.

Strong and unbearably sweet.

This girl was my ruin.

“Get in the middle,” I demanded.

She scooted back. Her breaths came sharper and harder as I opened the top drawer of my nightstand and grabbed a condom. I tossed it next to her on the bed.

“I’m going to f*ck you until the only name you know is mine.”

Made her that promise once, and I intended to keep it.

She arched as I crawled over her. Her heart was pounding. It was this wild beat that stirred something deep within.

Beyond the window, lightning flashed.

I sat back on my knees between her trembling legs, and rolled the condom over my cock. I reached down and held my hand over that tat of temptation, before I ran it up her leg and hooked her knee over my hip.

I set the opposite hand next to her head to hold myself up. Our faces were a foot apart.

Breaths mingling.

Hearts stuttering and hammering and racing.

Tension wound fast, my muscles going rigid with restraint. My eyes locked on the girl. “Do you hear me?”

Did she?

Could she?

She burrowed her fingers into my shoulders. “I hear you.”

Her back bowed, her tits mashing into my chest as she clung to me. Like she was giving me everything and I was giving it in return.

Trust.

Hope.

A little bit of life she didn’t have.

Something good.

This time she turned her mouth to my ear.

“I hear you.”

That confession hit me like an earthquake.

I wedged my hips between her thighs.

I grabbed my cock at the base and ran the tip through her center.

Cautious. Watching every insinuation and implication. For any sign of fear or panic. I remained still while I watched the emotion wash through the girl who was trusting me with something I didn’t have the right to hold.

But f*ck.

I wanted it to be me.

Couldn’t stand the thought of this moment belonging to another man.

A moan shuddered from her when she lifted herself and rubbed against my dick. Needy and breathless.

I pushed inside. Barely an inch.

“Shit.” The harsh word left me as my stomach coiled. A flash fire of pleasure roared across my skin. Singeing. Swallowing me whole.

Her nails sank deeper into my shoulders and her blue eyes locked on mine. Anxious, but lacking horror or fear.

“No girl should feel this good.”

She stuttered out a disbelieving laugh, half-choked with desire. Then she shot me one of those flirty grins. All sex and seduction. She lifted her chin. “And you haven’t even felt me yet.”

My lips curled into a smirk.

“I’m about to change that.”

I slid all the way home.

Taking her knocked the smirk right off my smug face. My body heaved with the impact. Like I’d just dived into an endless abyss of bliss, and even if it cost me my life, I didn’t ever want to come up for air.

I stole the throaty moan escaping from between her parted lips with a kiss. My entire body pulsed like a live wire while she trembled and shook, adjusting to my size.

Edging my head back, I looked down at her. “You okay?”

A smile trembled around her luscious mouth, dancing between awe and hope and faith. The same way she’d been looking at me back on the beach when I’d snapped that first picture.

“Saying I’m okay would be nothing less than an insult.”

My chest tightened, and I struggled for a breath. I pressed up onto both hands and let the rest of my weight fall to my knees.

Our eyes tracked each other’s gaze, flicking down at the same time to where we were joined as I drew out.

Slowly.

A strangled, needy sound slid from her tongue.

“Yeah?” I asked, giving her a nudging taunt.

“Yes,” she whispered frantically.

I rocked back in, hard. Her walls clenched around my dick as I took her as deep as I could go. I shifted and clutched the caps of her shoulders, tight and tender and trying with all of me not to completely let go.

But she felt so good.

So damned good I couldn’t see.

Couldn’t grasp on to reality or sanity or that dwindling sense of loyalty.