Page 55 of Trusting the Fall
Leif stands between my legs, a palm resting on either side of my legs, thumbs stroking against the bare skin there.
“Him walking away has nothing to do with you,” he says.
I can’t meet his eyes.
I draw in a breath, tonguing my cheek to distract my emotions from spilling out. He puts a hand under my jaw and forces my gaze to meet his.
“Claire,” he says.
Not Bombshell. No matter what he calls me, both names have so much weight. Or maybe it’s every time he’s in my orbit, hijacking my attention, that it seems to hit me with an unrelenting strength I can’t prepare for. I just take the direct hit and hope for the best.
“It’s not on you. Just because your mum was hurt and betrayed doesn’t mean you’ll meet the same fate.” When his mouth hooks up on one side, I feel myself relaxing.
“What idiot would do that to you?” he asks. “Who would be stupid enough to take for granted a woman who’s so smart?” His mouth places a kiss against my neck, punctuating the words.
“Confident.” Under my jaw.
“Determined.” The other side.
“Audacious.” My cheek.
“Beautiful.” The corner of my lip.
Tears well in my eyes, hearing all the ways he sees me. It makes me feel appreciated in a way I don’t think I’ve been before.
Lex gets me, but she’s my soul sister. She’s the only person in my life I’ve truly been open with.
I guess I’ve been more vulnerable with Leif than I intended, or maybe for the first time, I’ve found someone who I can effortlessly be myself around. Feel safe to let my walls down with.
“So utterly consuming,” he whispers against my lips, and I move.
I press my lips against his, throwing my arms around his neck. Matching my need, he picks me up and moves us over to the wall.
Our tongues are a riot of violent hunger. The way my body has missed him is evident in the way I pull him closer into me, trying to fold him into my soul with clawing hands.
I groan as he pulls open the button of my shorts and yanks them down my legs.
I bring one leg up, struggling to get my boot free from my shorts. Leif helps to untangle my foot and as soon as it’s free, he’s pushing me harder against the wall, gripping me under one knee, holding me open as his other hand covers my pussy, desperately rubbing at my wet centre.
I gasp into his mouth, digging my nails into his neck as he continues his punishing assault against my embarrassingly wet pussy. Two fingers push inside me, and I can hear how slick I am.
When his palm presses against my clit, my eyes roll back at the heightened sensation because of my piercing and I’m instantly clenching around him.
“Can anyone else make you this wet, Bombshell?”
I bite my lip to stifle the building scream, whimpering and holding on for dear life as I feel my supporting leg quiver beneath me.
“Huh? Have you ever come as hard for anyone else as you do for me?”
He knows the answer. Of course I haven’t. He owns my body, my pleasure, in a way no one else has ever come close to.
“Coat my fingers, then try to lie to me, Claire.” He bites my neck, and I’m done for.
I can feel my body wanting to close in on itself as I’m powerless to stop the pleasure that erupts.
My eyes stay closed as I drag in steadying breaths. I hear the rumble of a zipper and the crinkling of a foil packet.
“Open your eyes, Bombshell.” I count to three before I obey his command. There’s a fire in his swirling blues. “Admit it.” He wraps my leg around his waist as his cock nudges at my entrance. “No one’s ever made you feel like I do.”
