Bleeding Love

“Give me your mouth, Megan. I’ve missed it.”

She shivers against my side. Her head snaps up and without giving her a second to think, my mouth comes down and I take her lips.

Just like I’ve been craving to do since she turned the corner earlier and stopped dead. But I wasn’t worried because she had an expression on her face that I’ve been waiting to see.

The pain wasn’t there anymore.

Not a single sliver of it had a hold on her beautiful body.

The weight of the world, off her shoulders, and even through her shock I could tell that she was . . . happy.

Bringing my hand up, I push my fingers into the silky hair on her nape and turn her head slightly so that I can deepen the kiss. Her tongue comes out, slowly, and slides against mine. Her head tilts and even though she doesn’t move past her hands curling into my side and chest, with just one swipe of her tongue against mine, the hunger in that kiss grows. My cock swells against my pants and I know I’m in serious danger of this kiss becoming out of control when I feel her scissor her legs together.

Fuck me.

My girl can kiss.

Pulling back slightly, not removing my lips from hers, I give her a few light pecks. Not only to bring her back down from the rush I hope to fuck is burning through her body too, but pray it’s enough to squash the urge scorching my blood, to sink my cock deep into her body.

Fuck me.

“I can smell you and, darlin’, I’ve never thought it would be possible to want you more than I already do. Fuck, I crave you, Megan.”

“Oh, God,” she sighs and those damn legs start moving against each other again.

“I want nothing more than to lay you down, strip you bare, and worship every delicious inch, but that isn’t happening tonight. I have no doubt this will cost me huge, but not tonight.”

Her head comes down and crashes into my neck and I feel her nod.

“When Molly is used to me being around. When the excitement isn’t so new and we know she’s handling us, handling the knowledge that I will not be going anywhere, then we play. But until then, we wait until she isn’t just a room away.”

She nods again and her fingers curl even tighter, letting me know that I’m not the only one that is suffering right now.

“I need you to stop rubbing your thighs together, darlin’. Fuck me.”

Her body shakes and when she pulls her head from my neck, her lips pulled in and I can tell she’s about to lose her hold on her laughter.

“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you, Megan,” I tell her in a tone that came out harsher than I meant.

“I’m sorry,” she says, laughter leaving her face.

Pulling her tighter to me, I press my lips to her temple. “Don’t be sorry for wanting me. Don’t ever be sorry for that, darlin’. You just have no idea how small that thread of my control is right now and as much as I crave your sweet body, we both know it can’t happen.”

“I know, Lee.”

And fuck me if that doesn’t go straight to my cock too.

Trying to think of a way to distract my need to fuck her, I ask, “Want to tell me why you and Molly both about lost your mind at the mention of gum earlier? I swear I thought I was going to go down, you two were laughing so hard.”

“You’re our gum,” she bizarrely tells me.

“I’m not real good at understanding code, darlin’.”

I move my arm when she pushes up and wait for her to settle. Instead of doing that at my side, one long leg comes up and settles at the opposite hip of her other. Her ass lands mid-thigh and both of her hands come up to my neck, curling around and then she leans in. Her face just inches from my own. I reach out and settle my hands to her hips and wait for her to speak. Enjoying the way she feels in my arms like this a little too much and vow to have her riding my cock like this real soon.

Her voice brings me out of my thoughts and I look into her eyes as she speaks.

“You, Lee. You are the chewy, icky, sticky, bubblegum that will never come off.”

“Still not following, baby,” I mutter against her lips.

“Well, I guess you aren’t the gum. More like the one I want to stick the gum to. Or whatever. It makes a lot more sense when it comes from a five-year-old.”

“Yeah, I’m guessing it does,” I laugh. “Care to add on to that a little?”

Her head tilts in the most adorable way.

“Please,” I try, earning me a curl of her small nose.

“It’s really nothing. Actually it is nothing. It’s silly. Just something that Izzy had said and Molly heard, then of course I explained in kid terms. So, I don’t think it really makes sense, you know, to a man and all, if I explain it like I did to Molly.”