Page 125 of I Choose You

Admitting it wasn’t easy for her, but hearing her say it once and for all, I was a goner.

I rested her back against the door, pinning her in place as I kissed her. I needed her more than I needed air. She nipped at my lips when I backed up.

Her red lips glistened as she pouted.

I lowered my hand to flick the lock on the doorknob. At the sound of the click, I dove in to kiss her as I ground her against the door.

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Click.

My breath caught at that sound.

I wanted Kaden so much that I couldn’t think straight. I needed him with a brutal ferocity.

Beautiful. Resilient. Courageous. He claimed I was all of those, and in his arms, I saw the evidence of what he felt. His huge, hard body trapped me against the door. His ravenous gaze locked me under the heat of seduction.

All I cared, though, was that I could be his again. That he would take me and keep me.

He covered my lips with a punishing kiss that left no room for doubt.

Kaden wanted me. And now that he’d seen to our privacy, I prayed he’d follow through and prove it.

“You missed me?” he asked. His words came out in a throaty rasp of a growl.

I sucked on his lip as he dragged his body against mine. Pinned against the hard surface of the door, I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t squirm out of this possessive focus he dished out on me. All I could do was surrender. I let my head drop back to the door, willing to do just that.

“Yes,” I replied.

He lowered his mouth, nipping and kissing all along my jaw. Propping me up against the door, he freed his hand to tug down the top of my dress. He didn’t stop there, forcing his fingers under my bra and pushing that aside too. My breasts fell out, heavy and sensitive under his gaze.

He licked his lips, gazing at them. His hands scraped over my sides until he hooked them under my pits. The tips of his fingers grazed my breasts, too light of a touch to withstand. I shivered under the wicked intent of his stare as he lifted me higher against the door.

Crouching, he shifted me up until the beaded peaks of my nipples were right there. Right at his mouth, and he lowered with an agonizing slowness to kiss the top of one.

“You missed this?”

I closed my eyes and let my head thump back to the door again. His lips slid lower until he captured my nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” I grimaced, worried I was too loud. He switched, giving the same worship to my other aching nipple, and I cried out without a thought about who might hear.

Back and forth, he tortured my breasts. His tongue and teeth sucked, licked, and tugged. But it wasn’t enough. My pussy ached. My panties felt wet. And I couldn’t reach for him, held against the door.

I sobbed at the intensity of his wicked mouth. He lowered me roughly, but he caught me in his arms. Kissing him as soon as I could reach, I tried to crawl up into his hold. I needed more. I needed friction. I needed to be stretched and filled.

He growled against my lips, backing me up to the counter. I didn’t break the kiss, too scared to lose a second of touching him. As we hurried across the floor, I reached for his zipper.

I didn’t have a chance. He pushed me against the edge of the vanity. My ass hit the ledge so hard that I raised my hands to his chest to grab his shirt before I could fall back on the counter. All without breaking the hot, wet, sloppy but sinful kisses we couldn’t get enough of. Air ceased to matter. Only devouring each other did.

He slid his hand into my hair and gripped hard. I arched back as he dominated the kiss, but I moved too far, knocking into a soap dispenser. It clattered to the surface, breaking to send shards of ceramic everywhere.

Oh, shit.

He picked me up again, turning me in his arms to get me away from the mess.

Then he stopped, standing before the full-length mirror.