Chapter Eleven

Cullen

I kissed her, devouring her mouth like she was my last meal.

I knew I shouldn’t be doing it but then again, nothing had ever felt so right. I was in too deep but I’d be damned if I was going to turn back now.

I should’ve known it from the first time. Her body, her kiss, the way she moved against me . . . it ruined me for all other women. I was hers. She was mine. Nothing else would ever make sense.

And the only thing that had changed?

I accepted it.

Accepted I couldn’t get her out of my head, no matter how hard I tried or how much time passed. I needed to sate this thirst once and for all, fuck her out of my system.

She broke the kiss and led me up to my bedroom. I kept my hands on her waist, under her sweatshirt. Fucking delirious.

There we were, back in sync again. She must have wanted to fuck me out of her system, too.

We already knew that plan had doom written all over it. But nothing was going to stop us now. I wanted to enjoy this moment, this sweet and fucking hot as hell moment.

The sun streamed in through the blinds, giving me a good look at the desire in her eyes as I dragged her closer. She came to me willingly, and I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around me. Her lips met mine and she guided the kiss, her mouth parting and welcoming my tongue as her sexy little body rocked against mine.

“Fuck me like you used to,” she begged me. “Just like that.”

My brain spun like a top. Grace, wrapped around me, wanting me, kissing me like a maniac. Grace. Like I hadn’t thought of her a million times since she’d left. I wanted to make love to her and fuck her at the same time. I wanted her to scream in pleasure and rue the day she ever walked out.

I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. “I plan to, baby.”

I laid her down on my rumpled sheets and stripped off my t-shirt, her greedy little eyes scraping over each and every one of my muscles. Her strawberry-blonde hair fanned out on my mattress.

I smirked down at her as I yanked at those barely-there shorts, pulling them over her wide hips and perfect legs to reveal a slip of pink lace underwear. Pulled them down, too.

Propped her legs on my shoulders and dove in, lapping hungrily at her cunt, dying to get her trembling under my touch. To get her as riled up as I already felt. She was already wet as hell, so fucking sweet.

I ran my hands up her abdomen, cupping and squeezing her tits as she moaned and wriggled.

Her hands found my face, dragging me forward. When I was close enough, she yanked hard on my belt buckle. “Just fuck me. I’m so ready for you.”

I wanted it. Hell, I wanted it more than anything. But fuck, if I did that, it’d be over too soon. I parted her legs and settling my hips between them. She shivered as I dragged the tip of my tongue across her nipple. Slow, licking in circles. She canted her body toward me, wanting me, waiting for me to thrust inside her, take her. Ravage her. Savagely fuck her and own her the way she owned me every one of those nights she’d left me alone.

I sucked her nipple, rolling my tongue against her soft flesh as I eased a finger inside her, my cock hard as a fucking rock wanting to take its place. I loved the way her quivering walls closed around my finger as she let me take her a little bit at a time.

If I rushed, I knew I’d lose it. I’d waited too long to get here, and I was going to make it last.

I fingered her clit again, lapping at her nipples. I needed to make sure she was hot and ready because I knew once I was inside her, I wasn’t going to last. This was too good.

I eased back to jerk off my jeans and boxers, then I crawled back over her, wanting her hands on me.

“Cullen.” She blinked up at me as if she was seeing all of me for the first time. Her hand came up to my jaw and she just stared up at me with a look of admiration that made me think I could be the man she wanted me to be.

It did a number on my head.

I wanted it slow. Wanted to take my time and make it last.

But my body wanted other things. I reached into the bedside table, yanked out a condom, tore it open and rolled it on my dick. Then, I grabbed hold of her hip, and eased my cock to her entrance. She watched me, her teeth raking over her bottom lip. “Now,” she begged.

Not so easy. Too soon and I’d lose control.

I focused hard on keeping it slow, rolling my hips into her until I was buried to the hilt. Connected. And Goddamn, it was better than I remembered. Hot, wet fucking paradise. I wasn’t going to last, even being still like this. I felt the blood rushing hard through my veins.

She gasped and rocked into me, wanting me to go harder, faster. But I couldn’t.

I breathed a shushing noise into her ear, lifting both her hands and pinning them onto the mattress, above her.

Palm to palm, body to body, locked together, the heat of her perfect body under mine was enough to make me go crazy.

There was no other choice. I had to move. Feel her. Feel more of her.

I started to, slow at first. In, out, feeling as much as I could of her, getting a rhythm. “Like that?”

Her breath hitched as she rocked into me, wrapping her legs tight around my waist. “Yes, right there.”

Rolled deeper. “Good?” Got into a groove.

Her fingers tightened on my ass, pulling me into her. “Yeah. Oh, fuck, Cullen. Yes. Just like that.”

I slowed myself down, pulled onto my knees, got her onto my lap. She arched her back and closed her eyes. Gripped handfuls of the sheets, lifted her chin back so I sucked on her pale neck, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

Rocked harder, further. Deeper. Holy shit, this woman was pushing every one of my buttons. I knew it, but only right now did it hit me how fucking perfect our bodies fit together.

Found myself getting too wound up too soon. Not where I wanted to go just yet. Steadied. Bit my tongue.

Knew it was no fucking use. Grace was too hot, too beautiful and this was too good. She started to grind on me, finding her own rhythm, so I met her movements with a strong thrust, which was just enough to push her over the top.

I set her off with a scream. “Yes. Fucking yes,” she ground out as I grabbed her hips hard, jerked forward and unloaded. It was too fucking amazing, as fucking Grace always was. I just kept coming and coming and coming.

I slipped her off of my lap and collapsed next to her, sweaty and out of breath, and pressed a kiss into her bare shoulder.

She lay there for a minute, her tits heaving with each breath, looking well fucked and rightly stunned. Like she didn’t know this would happen?

She belonged with me. That was it. No question.

She started to get up and I nudged her down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“We were pretty loud. I’ve got to make sure Ella is okay,” she said, smoothing her hair and looking around for her clothes.

“Stay here,” I told her, standing. “I will. I’ve got you right where I want you. You’re not getting out of my bed without going through me first.”

She rolled over and looked at me. “Put something on first!” she said when I reached the door.

I bent over and scooped up my boxer briefs and stepped into them. “Happy?”

She nodded. I went across the hall, opened the door a peek. The kid was still sound asleep.

I went back to my bedroom and slid the boxers off, then crawled back into the bed.

“She’s out, girl. Get your ass over here. I’m not done with you yet.”