Page 68 of Iron

There was a beat of silence. I didn’t think he expected me to say anything and I honestly wasn’t sure what to say.

So, as strange as it was, I circled back around to what he’d asked me before.

“I think I’d be sad if it had been you,” I said as I cupped his face. His beard had grown back some and I softly smiled at how the crazy hairs felt tickling the pad of my thumb. Though I loved running my fingers over his beard, there was a heaviness surrounding us now. I wondered if I would have smiled more hadn’t it been for that. Could a smile be sad? Because that was the weight that it held as it forced itself to stay in place a beat longer.

There was a tiny spark that flickered in his eyes. He was obviously shocked and surprised by my raw and honest statement.

“I don’t want to think about it and I think that tells me more than I’m aware of,” I said.

“I’m right here, babe,” he whispered as he pulled me into his arms and held me close. “I’m right here.”

His lips were warm against my hairline. His kiss was lingering and sweet, but it wasn’t enough. I had this burning need to be closer to him. To touch as much of him as I could at once. My head tilted so that I could seal my lips to his.

My body rolled and my back pressed firmly into the mattress as his body covered mine. His hips settled between my parted legs.

My fingers went into his hair, holding him to me as his tongue tangled with mine.

My hips rocked against him and I felt his cock begin to grow thicker and heavier against me.

I never liked to be in this position. I had no control like this. And Iron had been the only man I’d ever let have the upper hand. There was something about him hovering over me that made me feel safe and protected. Which wasn’t something I needed, but I hadn’t realized until him that I wanted that feeling.

I let Iron take a lot of things from me. Some of them I realized when it happened and some of them would hit me later. I gave him control. I let him touch me. I let him kiss me. I even let him have his little terms of endearment. I could have stopped it at any time but with every little thing that I let slide, I found out that I actually really liked it. Yes, I liked all of it.

And even though it was hard to admit to myself, I liked the way he was looking down at me right now.

My back arched as he slowly slid inside of me but I didn’t let my lids fall closed. I didn’t want to miss a single second of that caring, penetrating gaze.

Neither one of us spoke as he worked his hips against me, stretching me and making me even wetter.

His rough hand cupped the underside of my knee and he brought my leg up even higher. With each deep thrust, his pelvis ground against my clit and caused the spark to burn hotter.

Needing to feel him against my fingertips, I slid my hands up his back, letting them settle on his shoulder blades. They flexed and moved with each roll of his body and I became mesmerized by the feeling of his corded muscles.

I was helpless against the electricity shooting through my body.

I couldn’t explain what was going through my head. I couldn’t even begin to understand why I felt warmth fill my chest. All I knew what that I needed every part of him right now.

His lips descended onto mine and his tongue licked into my mouth with the rhythm of his hips.

I shattered then, coming apart in little pieces around him. I knew he would hold me together and I trusted that he would never take advantage of my weak moments.

With his hand stroking my jaw, he came inside of me.

He stayed there kissing me long after his cock was spent.

I held on and greedily took everything he gave me.

“I haven’t had my fill of you tonight, but we both have shit to take care of,” he said as he buried his face in my neck and placed a light kiss there. “Call and check up on your girl. I’ve got to deal with Connor now.”

I nodded, my fingers stroking down his back.

We had stuff to do, important stuff, but it seemed like neither of us wanted to move. I was surprised that I was comfortable in our little bubble but I was sure that I’d over think about it later. I probably wouldn’t panic about it, but I knew I’d be a little angry at myself for giving in.

His lips skimmed my neck and I loved the feeling of his soft beard against my skin.

Eventually, he pulled away from me and I held back my sigh as best as I could.

He left the room. He returned and handed me a burner phone which I assumed was probably new. Then left again to take care of his call.