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I’ve missed having Iris in my arms. Fuck if she isn’t about to cripple me into nothing more than a weak motherfucker who can’t get past first base without spilling his inexperience all over his own jeans.She’s good at this.Most likely means she’s been practicing with some fuck-face who doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air she breathes.
I pass the first three doors down the hall and head up the stairs, knowing there’s only one room I’ll be doing this in.My room. There’ll be no interruptions… because I don’t allow anyone to enter my room without permission and I sure as fuck haven’t given that out to anyone but King, and he’s gone.
She’s nibbling and kissing, going between my neck and face while she writhes against my waist, and I can’t seem to make it to my room fast enough. I get us to my door and before I can turn the knob, she bites down on my neck, freezing me mid-step so I can enjoy. Slow and steady, teeth marking my neck,sending a surge of adrenaline through my entire body.Oh fuck. She remembers.
And I fucking remember. I’m gonna spank her little ass for making me miss so much of this with her.
I finally manage to unlock the door, even though she’s doing a damn good job of distracting me. We’re barely into my room when she’s pulling my shirt up my back, scraping her nails over my flesh just hard enough to leave red marks.
And I love it.
I fucking love it.
I love it so damn much I know without a doubt I need to stop everything now. With this kind of progression, I’m spiraling right back into the blistering hell of wanting her so badly I can hardly fucking breathe. I lost her before and almost didn’t survive it. Just the memory alone wields the power to fuck me back into a darkness that I may never come back from.
At this rate, I’m signing my death sentence with each kiss and even though I know everything I’m thinking is true… I can’t stop. I’ve wanted this for years. I’ve dreamt about the first time I’d see her again and fuck if the connection isn’t even hotter than I could’ve possibly hoped for.
She tosses my shirt to the floor and reaches for her own as I pin her body between the wall and my own, the position allowing me to take over. She needs to realize I’m not letting her call the shots like I used to. I’m not allowing her to decide how things will go because she fucking sucks at it.
I take both of her wrists in my hands and pin them against the wall over her head. Her eyes lock with mine while we trade air, our breaths heavy while I’m trying to allow my mind time to catch up with my actions… because Iknowthis is wrong.
Her mischievous grin softens to an innocent smile, telling me a lot has changed with my girl. She fucking knows how to play the game and knows how to work me to get what she wants. I’mnot sure I want to give her that power anymore. I’m well aware of what it leads to and at this point in my life, I always guard my heart.
I rest my forehead against hers and contemplate exactly how much restraint I can handle having her back in my arms. She shifts to kiss me and I have to kiss her back. I need to allow myself to feel this…just once. I’m not going to rush it, but I sure as hell plan to take in every intoxicating moment I can steal.
She eagerly matches my passion while we kiss and make out until I can’t possibly take another second of not being inside of her.I need to feel her just like I used to.
“I need to fuck you, baby.” She nods and that’s all it takes for me to let her slide down so she can lose her pants. I pull out my cock and stroke it slowly while I watch her undress. She slows her movements once she notices what I’m doing and before she has a chance to pretend she’s shy, I remind her that I know the real Iris Kensington. “Don’t you fucking dare act bashful in front of me, Kens. I know you.” I slide my hand over her bare ass cheek. “I’veseeneverything.” I squeeze her flesh just before I slide my fingers between her legs. “I’vefelteverything.” She moans and leans into me, her back arching just before the warmth of my body comes in contact with her cool skin.
“I’ve seen you at your worst… and I’ve watched you come undone so hard your fucking eyes roll to the back of your head. You don’t get to pretend around me. Ever.” She turns to face me and places her hands on my chest, pushing me back a few steps until I’m backed against the wall. I watch her as she slowly slides down to her knees, all the while her eyes act as a window to all of her new secrets.
“You’ve got tattoos.” Her left arm is inked all the way down, a complete contradiction to what I know her family would approve of.My Iris has changed.
Her swollen lips wrapped around my cock becomes the newest locked in memory of her just before she sends me into a deep euphoria… straight to a place no drug has ever been able to take me. My head instinctively falls back while my eyes squeeze closed, trying not to nut the first time the tip of my cock touches the back of her throat.
I twist my hand in her hair and pull her back before she sends me sailing. A little form of punishment for myself but I can’t let this go down like this. I want to be deep inside her because I’ll never be able to walk away from her if I don’t. Temptation will either kill me or have me banging on her damn door before the night is over.
She licks her lips while I hold her in place and watch her take a few breaths. Her chest is rising and falling while her nipples bud up with anticipation. There’s an anxious look in her eyes as she gives me this power move. “Touch yourself.” My command surprises her, so I nod to encourage her. My grip on her hair tightens as she dips her hand between her legs and even though she’s still on her knees and I can’t see what she’s doing, this is absolutely the sexiest image I’ve ever seen in my life.
She rotates her hips just slightly and my life flashes in front of my eyes. Seeing all the things I would get to see and do with her… both of us smiling and enjoying life without a care in the world. Neither of our families interfering and ruining our lives just for the sport of it. Hell, even with my cock rock hard and my mind taking in every possible detail, I know nothing will come easy with her back in our lives. But this… this is easy. Always has been for the two of us.
I’ve still got one hand fisted in her hair and the other one around my cock, just waiting for the moment my mind stops with all of the interruptions. “You here to stay?” I ask. She shrugs, her gaze hooded, never pulling away from doing exactly what I ordered her to do.
“You gonna leave without a goodbye again?” She shrugs once more; this time there’s a little rip at my heart and I don’t like it one fucking bit. I grip her harder and ask again. “Kens… you gonna leave without telling me?”
“I can’t make promises, Beau. You already know how my father is.” Yes. Yes, I do… but she also knows how I am. Or maybe she doesn’t, and she needs to be reminded.
“Get the fuck up,” I demand, keeping a tight hold of her hair as she rises to her feet, pinning her to the wall the second she’s up. “Now getout.” My words hit her and the shock in her expression tells me just how deep they cut her.
“No, Beau. I’m not leaving.” Her hands move to my arms as she attempts to steady herself when I toss her hair away as if it burns.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not. We have unfinished business, Beau.”
“Oh yeah?” She can’t be serious. She can’t think that we’re going to talk about all the shit that’s happened, and it’ll all be good once we’re done. “You hear to fuck or talk?”
“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
