Page 25 of Unbearable
“Miss me?” she asks, holding up her phone.
“I could say the same for you,” I mumble with a smile. “You’re standing at my door.”
“My car drove itself here,” she says.
My hope was just because she’s gone during the week at college wouldn’t mean it’s over for her, and now I know for sure it’s not with her standing before me. She may have been avoiding me, but it’s certainly notover.
Thank fuck.
Memories rush to the surface. Her skin, her smile, her scent that used to overwhelm me. Resting my cheek against the door frame, I grin. “Raven Walker… is this a booty call? I’m notthateasy.”
Rolling her eyes, she shifts her stance seeming frustrated. “How about you put your D in my V and stop talking,” is her soft reply.
I swing the door open. “Ah, the classics. They never get old.”
Stepping inside, she closes the door behind her, locking it and greeting me with a soft smile.
Her voice is gentle, like she’s suddenly nervous being here. “Hey.”
I pass her and sit down on the couch. “Hey.”
Coming forward with hesitant steps, her hands slip over my shoulders, familiar, yet different.
My hands roam where I hope no other man has been this week, knowing I should never give another man the chance. Ishouldjust tell her I want more and get it over with, but I can’t because I can’t give her what she’s expecting. A relationship.
There’s a moment when our eyes meet and the fragile way hers hold mine, she’s hoping she sees something different tonight. She’s hoping my feelings may have changed since our last conversation.
I blink and drop my gaze to her chest. With a deep breath, I stand, picking her up and carrying her with me to the bedroom.
Taking my time with her, we move to my room where I lay her on the bed, yanking away my clothing and desperately searching for the familiar closeness. Is it wrong to fall into this again? Is it wrong to want any part of her, whatever she will give me?
Yes. And no.
Legs spread, bodies tangle and our clothes are carelessly discarded. My knees spread hers further, a depraved sense of belonging consuming the both of us.
My hands grasp hers above her head, needing, moving and dragging her body against mine.
“Tyler,” she moans the word into my mouth.
My body screams in approval when I enter her. My hips move on their own, pounding into her, giving her the roughness she craves from me. I duck my head and capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking it in deep to flick the hard nub with my tongue.
She loves it. Grasping my shoulders, Raven moans again. “Faster, Ty, please!” She’s panting now, her arms tightening as we rock into one another.
I can’t deny her, though my body has other ideas and I want to slow this down and enjoy the way her body curves to mine.
I know the exact moment when she comes, her pussy milking my dick, her thighs clamping around my waist.
My orgasm is nearly there, heat washing down my thighs. I fight hard not wanting my time to end with her.
“I fucking missed you so much.” I grunt against her bare shoulder. My movements speed on their own volition, needing the release.
She tightens her embrace, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I lose all sense of existing in anything besides her. Grinding into her, her cries echo through my room and then I’m the one crying out, desperate and loud.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begs, desperate for more.
Moving a little slower, I smile against her cheek. “I won’t,” I moan, pushing deeper yet again, shaking my head lightly.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Do you ever know what you’re saying to her?
Though I know she’s searching for meaning in everything I do and say, I can give her this, my body, even when I can’t give my heart.
