Unforgiven--Includes a bonus novella Page 15

  The momentum sent me directly into his chest. My palms flattened against the hard, warm surface, involuntarily sliding underneath the fabric of his shirt. A blast of heat shot from my fingertips throughout the rest of my body, and coherent thought fled.

  “I need to talk to you about something important.” He sounded hesitant, but I could feel the way his heart was pounding under my palm.

  My brain was buzzing, my skin prickly. I was leaving this room knowing my relationship with this man was going to be fundamentally changed in one way or another. It felt huge, and far more important than so many of the other things I let consume me.

  “Talking can wait.” I wanted it to wait. I wanted things to be simple, easily understandable for just a little bit longer.

  I had no trouble understanding the attraction between us. Was far less frightened over the prospect of giving him my body than I was about handing over my heart.

  I kicked the door shut with the heel of my boot and slid my hands out of his shirt so I could work open the rest of the buttons. Hill caught my wrists in his hands to still the frantic movement, his blond brows shooting upward.

  “Can wait for what? What are you doing?” He sounded baffled, but also turned on. There was no arguing that when we were together the air got thicker and sparks seemed to fly. I really must’ve been determined to turn a blind eye to the fireworks happening between us in order to have missed the signs.

  “I’m being honest. With myself and with you. I want you, Hill.” I shook my hands free and reached for his ornate belt buckle. “Have wanted you for a very long time.”

  His eyebrows arched up even higher, if it was possible. His jaw dropped and a wheezing breath escaped.

  “What are you saying to me right now?” His voice sounded lower than normal and took on a sexy rasp.

  I appreciated the quiver in his tone and the suddenly stark look of hunger on his face. I grinned up at him as I pulled the leather of his belt free from the buckle, leaving it to dangle as I went for the button and zipper on his dark jeans.

  “I’m not saying anything. I told you we could save the talking for later. I’m going to show you instead.” So there was no mistake, no misunderstanding. It was so much easier for me to express my feelings through actions than words. I wouldn’t screw up touching him, tasting him. I knew how to do both of those things. Truthfully, I was far more comfortable making him lose his mind with my mouth and my hands than I was baring my soul to him.

  “Kody.” My name was part warning, part plea.

  Hill was a good guy. If he knew exactly why my thoughts were racing, and the reason why my hands were shaking, there was no way in hell he would let things get physical between us without all our cards being on the table. He really was so much better than me in so many ways.

  I lifted myself up on my toes so I could give him a hard, distracting kiss as I rushed to slide my hands into the opening of his tight pants.

  I wasn’t sure who was more surprised when my fingers encountered nothing but hot, hard, very bare skin. I never in a million years would’ve guessed Hill was the kind of guy who went commando, but what a nice surprise that he was.

  My fingers curled around the thick, heated flesh as I grinned against his mouth, which opened in a shocked gasp. It was empowering to have the part of him that was both hard and soft in my hold. It was heady to know I was the one making his breathing shift to shallow and fast. I rarely felt like I had the upper hand with Hill. Right now, there was no question I was the one in charge.

  I kissed him again. Slipping my tongue between his lips as I did my best to get his jeans down around his lean hips with my free hand. The hand I had wrapped around his rigid length was busy tracking the silky smooth head and gliding through the sudden rush of wetness decorating the tip. There were a lot of sensations slipping and sliding through my body as he visibly reacted to me. I liked all of them, but it was the fact that bringing him pleasure did more to flip my switch than the practiced seduction of anyone who came before him that I liked the best. Nothing got to me more than being the one to shake his unwavering control.

  “Kody, come on. This is going to get out of control really quick.” The words sounded as if he had to force them out, and his fingers dug into my shoulders to hold me in place, rather than to push me away. He was saying one thing, but it was clear he wanted another. I was correct in thinking we could lie to one another with words, but our bodies would always be honest.

  “I want it out of control. Want you out of control. I promise not to run away afterward. Just let me…” Do things my own way. Show him how I felt in the only way I knew how. I wasn’t about to beg him, but I figured he could hear the desperation in my voice. I could hear it loud and clear.

  His hands left my shoulders and shifted so he was holding my face. His thumbs feathered along the ridges of my cheekbones. His eyes darkened to storm-cloud gray when my hold on the velvety shaft in my hand tightened. After a long, silent moment he let his hands fall, giving me the freedom to move.

  I smiled up at him, barely resisting the urge to give him a saucy little wink. His face was flushed. His chest was moving with heavy breaths. His eyes looked dangerous and dark. I loved every bit of it.

  I let go of the prize tucked into his pants so I could get the denim fully out of my way. I took a minute to trace the defined lines of his abs, and the deep V cut above his hip bones. He swore softly the second I dropped to my knees in front of him. A moment later, I felt his fingers thread through my hair. I smoothed my palms over his hips, silently urging him closer until I knew that every time I exhaled, my breath was hitting the pulsing vein running along the underside of Hill’s impressive, tempting erection. His big body shuddered, and I bit back a grin when his hold on my hair tightened so he could move my head closer to his straining flesh.

  Grasping the wide base in my hand and gently smoothing my other up and down the outside of his tense thigh, I used the tip of my tongue to steal my very first taste of Hill.

  He was worth the wait.

  His masculine, sharp flavor exploded against my tongue and immediately made my head spin and my insides flutter. His cock flexed in my hand, and I heard him suck in a breath. His abs contracted, and the muscles in his legs locked. This time, when he said my name it was definitely a plea for more. He wasn’t one to beg either, but I understood exactly what he wanted.

  I was going to do my best to give it to him.

  Chapter 14

  Hill

  Kody Lawton was on her knees in front of me.

  If I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up. It was impossible to count how many times I’d dreamed of this scenario. It was also impossible to add up the number of times guilt had woken me up in a cold sweat after I’d pictured her exactly as she was. I wasn’t supposed to fantasize about my brother’s girl, my best friend’s little sister. But I did. Sometimes it was seven nights a week for months at a time. Sometimes it was only once in a while, when I was particularly lonely.

  None of those illicit, forbidden thoughts seemed to matter anymore, because my imagination had not come close to the real thing. It was as if my fantasies were dull and monotone, almost colorless. The real thing was Technicolor. Bright enough to burn, with sensations so vivid I wasn’t sure I could embrace them all. My heart felt too small to contain all the different emotions I was feeling. And my body, well, it felt like a mixture of fire and water. My knees were liquid, barely keeping me upright, but my blood felt like lava coursing through my veins.

  At the first swipe of her tongue across the rounded crown of my cock, it took every ounce of restraint I had not to melt into a puddle at her feet. I was putty in her hands. I choked on a low moan when I felt her hand encircle the wide base of my erection so she could lower the straining shaft to her parted lips. Her soft breath was like a series of feathery kisses all along my heated skin. I had to make a conscious effort to lock my knees to keep upright. My fingers dug deeper into her wild hair, cupping the back of her head as she slo
wly, achingly started to move forward.

  My head fell back, and her name ripped out of my chest when her lips suddenly locked around the first few inches of my eager erection. If she had been anyone else, there was a solid chance I would’ve lost my patience with the erotic torture and urged her to go fast, to take more. But this was Kody. She was my dream girl. My first love. My only love. The one I couldn’t forget or move on from. Whatever she did, I wanted to savor it. I wanted to be able to remember it when she suddenly decided she shouldn’t care about me.

  Her tongue lapped at the slippery slit, her hand gliding up and down the shaft to meet her lips as they dropped lower and lower. Her green eyes practically glowed up at me. Her cheeks were stained red, and they hollowed out each time she sucked. The sight was enough to make my cock flex against her tongue and pulse in anticipation. Her fingernails dug into the backs of my thighs, and she made a humming noise that sent vibrations shooting along the already sensitive shaft. Pleasure coiled tightly at the base of my spine. I had enough pride and a big-enough ego to say I wasn’t a man who was usually quick on the trigger. But when the woman who had her mouth on me was Kody, all my typical restraint went right out the window. She went to my head faster than a shot of pure moonshine.

  I grunted in approval as she leaned farther forward, taking even more of my length into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Every time she sucked, my eyes wanted to roll up into the back of my head. She really was going to bring me to my knees—in the best way possible.

  “Jesus, Kody.” This was probably the closest I’d been to a religious experience in the last decade. I was caught between demanding more and begging her to back off so I didn’t embarrass myself.

  I let go of my stranglehold on her hair, softening my touch so I could weave her tangled curls around the fingers of one hand. I used the other to trace the line of her jaw, my cock throbbing when I felt the way her mouth was stretched open to accommodate my girth. She exhaled loudly through her nose, eyes going half-mast as she really started to move. Her head bobbed up and down in a perfect rhythm with the advance and retreat of her sliding fist. Every time she reached the base, she squeezed tightly, and it made shivers shoot up my spine. Blood rushed between my ears, my heart hammered so loudly I was sure Kody could hear the beat, and my skin went slick with a thin layer of perspiration. It was taking everything I had to keep myself from losing control and emptying into her welcoming mouth.

  One of her hands skated up the back of my leg, stopping when it landed on one of my ass cheeks. I yelped in surprise when she gave the firm muscle a playful little tap, but the sound swiftly turned into a moan when I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I didn’t stand a chance when she was determined to undo me, but I’d been waiting for this girl and this moment for what felt like most of my life, and I didn’t want it to end before it really even began.

  Using the thumb that was stroking her face, I pressed lightly against her cheek. She let go of my cock with a wet pop and looked up at me with curious eyes. The green glimmered with a sheen of moisture like grass after the rain. I wanted a camera, a sketch pad, something to immortalize the way she looked when she was 100 percent focused on me. When we shut out the rest of the world, it was hard to remember all the reasons she and I weren’t always like this. We’d spent so long hurting, it didn’t seem like it should be so simple to suddenly make each other feel this good.

  I pulled Kody to her feet, using the pad of my thumb to wipe the wetness clinging to her lower lip away. I bent forward and kissed her on the center of her forehead and whispered, “How far into this are we going to go, Kody?”

  I’d had my hands on her. She’d had her mouth on me. We knew how to drive each other to the edge, but if we were going to go over, I wanted to do it together. I wanted to free-fall with her, while I was inside her. I wanted to let go of control and throw caution to the wind, at least once. I would worry about the ramifications of our actions later. Just once I wanted to have her, to take what I wanted for myself. I felt like I was always giving her up, letting the way I loved her take a backseat. If she gave me the green light, I was going all in with no regrets and no looking back. I wanted to be as close as I could get so she had no choice but to finally look at me, to see me, to acknowledge what I’d been trying to show her.

  She reached up and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. She smoothed her hands across my chest, pausing to tap her fingers in rhythm to the erratic beat of my heart. “Oh, we’re going all in, Hill. And there is no going back.”

  Nodding sharply since she was on the exact same page I was, I took a second to kick my boots off and drop my pants to the floor, and bent so I could hook an arm around her waist and lift her off her feet. She giggled when I picked her up and held her to my chest. She kicked off her shoes as I walked toward the bed. I dropped her on the edge, bending so I could kiss her as she wiggled out of her shirt and bra. I had taken a step back to help her work her jean shorts down her long legs when I realized I needed something I’d left in my own pants, which were puddled on the floor. Muttering that I’d be back in a second, I wasn’t prepared to turn back around and find her splayed wantonly on her back, one hand hidden enticingly between her tanned, toned thighs, the other playing with the pointed tip of one breast.

  There was something inherently sexy about a woman knowing her own body and taking charge of her own pleasure. If I were more certain of our future, if I believed there was really a shot in hell I might be able to keep her, I would’ve stood there and watched her for hours. But since I wasn’t guaranteed another chance to be with Kody like this, I needed to make the most of every moment.

  Stopping at the edge of the bed, I made room for myself between her parted thighs. I tossed the condom I’d retrieved from my wallet on the bed, moving so I could drag my index finger from the base of her throat down between the center of her full breasts and across her flat stomach, stopping where her fingers were playing within her wet, pink folds.

  “I’m ready for you. I was ready as soon as you pulled me into the room. Having you in my mouth was almost enough to push me over the edge. You’re potent, Hill Gamble.” Her voice was husky, and the rasp made the hairs on my arms lift up.

  “I just want to take care of you, Kody.” It was all I’d ever wanted to do, and here she was trying to take care of herself, just like she always did.

  I dropped to my knees between her legs. I placed a kiss on the inside of her bent knee and gently pulled her hand away from her glistening center. I took a second to lick across her fingers, closing my eyes as her taste landed on my tongue. She lifted her head and moved as if she was going to sit up. I lightly pushed her back and grasped her hips so I could lift her up to my mouth. Her legs obediently curved over my shoulders and one of her hands curled around the back of my head.

  I dragged my thumb through her damp folds, spreading moisture around, stopping when I felt the tight little bud of her clit. I circled the sensitive spot until her eyes drifted closed, watching as her fingers aimlessly played with her nipple, the raspberry point playing hide-and-seek under her touch. It was hot. She was hot. There was an inferno raging between us.

  She moaned my name the minute I put my mouth on her.

  Her thighs clamped down around my ears. Her heels dug into my back, and her entire body quivered where I held her. She made a strangled sound as I guided my tongue through wetness and fluttering muscles. She tasted better than I would’ve imagined. She was going to be my favorite flavor forever.

  I kept up the pressure on her clit, alternating between making sweet circles with my thumb and tugging it with my fingers at the same time that she pulled on her nipple. Her chest flushed a pretty, rosy pink as she wiggled and undulated, moving closer as the pleasure intensified. I could feel the way her body reacted. She went soft and liquid against my mouth. Her moans were breathless, and her legs shifted restlessly. Her fingers started to pull at the hair on the back of my head, and her hips practically levitated off the bed.
br />   I switched up my attack. Moved my mouth to her clit and my fingers inside her, touching and tasting every sweet, intimate inch. I wanted to know her so well I could find her in the dark. I wanted to recognize her from touch and taste alone.

  “Hill…” She barked my name out as her legs locked around my head. “I want you. I need you.” Her hand was frantic where it pulled on my hair. “Get inside of me…right now.”

  Who could resist an order like that?

  I pulled back, left a sloppy, wet kiss on the inside of her creamy thigh, and took the condom she practically threw at me. I suited up with quick, efficient movements, then slowly kissed my way up her body. She was almost glaring at me by the time I was hovering over her. I braced an arm above her head and used my free hand to guide my aching, throbbing erection into her quivering opening.

  We fit seamlessly together. There was no resistance. No adjustment. Just two bodies custom-made to fit together. She wrapped a long leg around my waist, slid her arm across my shoulders, kissed the side of my neck, and ordered me to move.

  As if I had a choice.

  I’d spent a lifetime keeping my distance, now I was as close to her as I was ever going to get.

  I dropped my forehead so it rested on hers and did as she asked, chasing after that white-hot pleasure I could feel starting to wrap around my spine. She met every thrust with a shift and wiggle of her own. We were straining, writhing, impatient against one another. The thing building inside the center of my chest felt larger than life, so intense it was completely overwhelming. I forgot to breathe for a long moment, then gasped to take in air when I felt her inner walls clamp down on my shaft. The gentle squeezing sensation made white lights burst behind my eyelids.

  I tilted my head so I could get my teeth on her earlobe, tugging until she whimpered. Her nails left a fiery trail across my shoulders as she let out a high-pitched keening sound a second before her entire body went tight and a liquid rush of heat surrounded me where we were joined. Years of back-and-forth, days of foreplay, we were both primed to go off. Her quick-fire orgasm triggered my own. I lost the steady, deliberate rhythm I’d picked up and started pounding into her like I would die if I didn’t catch up to her.