War(38)

Why, then, couldn’t I squash the regret that nagged at my heart? And why the fuck did I care?

“We’re back,” I said after I pulled into the garage.

It was a stupid, needless statement, but I’d felt compelled to speak, and while the important words, questions, were unwilling to be voiced, I settled for those I could speak, stupid as they were.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice a strained, tight sound that I hated.

Once I’d checked the house, I stayed in the living area and listened as she went to our room.

Our room.

I tried to correct that thought, but there was no pretending that wasn’t how I thought of it, even after this short time.

Which was beyond stupid.

There was no “us,” no “our,” but the fact that she had gone there, where we had been together, instead of one of the other rooms gave me relief unlike any I’d had before.

I stood in the living room at a loss for what else to do. I wanted to go to her, desperately, but I waited. Uncertainty was a trait I despised, one that I had seen get others killed, but in this moment, I was filled with it.

Go to her and risk having what I feared confirmed?

Stay and risk missing the opportunity to be close to her?

I couldn’t decide, and the answer came no closer the longer I stood.

“Priest.”

Milan’s voice was quiet, the distance making it almost tinny, but I heard it and I followed it, realizing as I went, she had taken the choice from me, something for which I decided I was grateful.

When I pushed the door open, I stopped and then looked to the bed where she sat.

I paused and then saw her, lying there. She had taken off everything but her underwear, and as beautiful as the sight of her body was, as much as I craved her, it wasn’t her nakedness that got me.

No, it was when she lifted her hand toward me, reached for me, that something broke loose in my chest.

I rushed toward her and stripped out of my clothes, uncaring where they landed for once, the need to touch her driving me. The source of this woman’s power over me, the connection to her, the need I felt for her was still unexplained, but an explanation didn’t matter, couldn’t in the face of the overwhelming desire that drove me.

When I reached her, she grabbed at me, pressed her body against mine, her tight nipples diamond points against my chest, her body soft and warm in my arms.

I pressed her back against the bed and laid my weight atop her, my raging-hard cock nestled between her thighs, the soft, wet flesh of her pussy searing me.

She clenched at my shoulders, then trailed her hands down my back and over my chest, the little points of her nails breaking up the softness of her palms against my skin.

She lifted her hips and hooked her thighs around my waist, her heat against my shaft.

I wanted to bury myself inside her, fuck her until neither of us could breathe. When she moved under me, pulled her closer, I almost did.

It was only the last pebble of common sense that kept me from losing myself in her wet heat, but it stopped me.

I couldn’t leave her, though, so I caught her lips with mine, kissed her deep, hard, and at the same time rocked my hips.

My cock was nestled between her folds, and though I wasn’t inside her, this touch was better than anything I had ever felt.

She rocked below me until we were both wet with her juices and my precum. And then she reached between our bodies and laid her hand against me, trapping me between her pussy and her hand as I thrust.

Her hand against me as I thrust created a friction that scored the skin of my shaft, but that left me desperate, wanting. And when Milan slicked her thumb across the crown of my cock, my control snapped.

I locked eyes with her as I pushed her hand away, and she turned her lips up in a gentle, teasing smile, one that silently asked if I could really pass up what she was offering.

I prided myself on my rationality, my self-control, but neither was even the faintest of thoughts as I gripped Milan’s thighs and pulled them apart. My gaze dropped to her sex, and in the dimness, I could still see her slick lips, the dampness that made her skin gleam.

My cock thickened, and in a near frenzy, I gripped the base and pushed myself in line with her opening, the tight hole opening to take me as I thrust inside her.

I was too far gone for finesse, and she exhaled hard as I filled her completely, her tight walls squeezing my cock so tight, I was on the verge of losing control. But though I lacked the capacity for finesse, I wouldn’t embarrass myself, so with each hard thrust inside her, I stroked her hard clit with my thumb, desperate to give her some fraction of the searing pleasure that rushed through me.

That pleasure only intensified with each of Milan’s touches, her fingers against my chest, my back, her soft breaths and warm lips against my neck. I held on far longer than I’d thought, but when she squeezed her pussy tight around me, I lost it.