Page 43 of Double Shot
“It’s alright,” I whispered. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” I swallowed hard, and he traced my hair away from my face, back behind my ear, eyes glittering in the dark as they searched my face in the low light.
“Why would you say that, lass?” he asked, and I rolled my lips together and sniffed, trying not to let emotions get the best of me.
“I heard you,” I whispered.
“Heard what?”
“What you said to Kyle at Chauvignon… about—” I took a deep breath. “About the things she did to you.”
He didn’t exactly recoil, but hedidflinch.
“I-I know what it’s like,” I stammered and suddenly couldn’t meet his gaze, my cheeks growing hot, my eyes hotter.
He touched the side of my face and my gaze went back to his.
“No,Poppet,” he whispered and sounded horrified. I sniffed.
“It was a long time ago,” I said. “For me. Long before you and Kyle.” I bit down on my words and thoughtway to kill the mood, Sadie,but I felt as though it needed to be said.
He pressed his lips to mine to silence me and I was alright with that. The kiss deepened, taking on a frantic sort of energy.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and towed him down over the top of me, holding him tightly, cradling him against me.
“Sadie.” He groaned my name into my ear.
“Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m here,” I whispered.
Silently, he reached down between us, capturing my mouth with his again as he shoved his borrowed lounge pants out of our way.
It wasn’t neat or precise the way he worked himself inside of me. What it was, was raw and honest. Perfectly imperfect as he slipped his way into me to the hilt to the track of both satisfied and desirous moaning from between us.
He made love to me with slow rolling even motions, his hands finding mine, fingers twining, holding them flat to the bed to either side of our heads as he pressed them into the mattress and rose up above me.
He rocked his hips, plunging in deep and even strokes into my body as we made eye contact and let all the feelings we couldn’t express with sounds or words pass between us.
We were like that an extraordinarily long time, quiet, falling into the rhythm of our bodies against one another, soaking up the warmth and the love and showering each other in devotion that felt like satin rose petals falling against our souls.
“Oh, God,Conan,” I groaned when my orgasm swept through me, taking me by surprise. It was the most delicate, subtle thing. So gentle, sweeping through me suddenly but in such a way that I swear it was a touch of gossamer against the senses; so fleeting and so perfect, you could almost believe it hadn’t happened at all.
Conan groaned and bowed over me, releasing my hands and plunging his arms beneath me as he took his own pleasure in my body, and I wrapped myself around him, holding him tightly until he began to shake with silent wracking sobs against me.
I felt an initial surge of panic that quickly subsided as my need to nurture and protect him as much as he had me barged into the fore.
“Shhh,” I soothed, holding him close. “I’ve got you.”
The storm was brief, and I let him bury his face in my hair and the crook between my shoulder and my neck for as long as he needed to, simply lying still beneath him, sweeping my palms soothingly over every inch of his back through his shirt.
He pushed up and kissed the tip of my nose gently, making me smile, his eyes red rimmed as he sniffed thickly.
“Thank you, Poppet,” he murmured, and I touched his cheekbone, edging around a thin red scar, something new, something fresh, with the gentlest of fingertips.
He’d been through so much…
“Of course,” I whispered and his expression changed, growing somber and more serious. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me then, and it felt somehow more grounded.
It would take so very much more for the three of us to heal from all of this, but that kiss tasted like progress and hope.
Chapter Ten
