Page 46 of Taking A Chance
“Not really.” There is hunger in her eyes, but the want for food is not what they’re projecting.
“Come back to my hotel, I need to fuck you.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
When we fall through the door into Cade’s hotel room, we are both out of breath. The speed at which we walked back here is partly to blame for our breathless state. However, the way we fall into each other as soon as the door slams behind us is the main factor.
With desperate hands, we grab and tear at each other’s clothes. Our mouths only breaking contact when necessary. It’s raw, it’s harsh, and it’s clumsy. Like a couple of thirsty, starving desperados, wanting only what the other can give. So much that we are teetering on the edge of the pit of insanity.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t wait. I need to be in you,” he growls. His hand slides between my legs, slipping in between my folds only to return, covered in the evidence of my arousal. “You’re ready for me baby, you’re so fucking ready.”
Pushing me back against the door, he grips my arse and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him, letting out a gasp when I feel his hard cock pushing into me.
“I’ve missed you so much baby, you feel so fucking good,” he rasps. “Forgive me, because this is gonna be fast.” The speed at which he thrusts into me is crazy, yet he still goes deep, hitting my spot every time. I’m not a come without foreplay kind of girl but holy orgasmoley, he has it, and I’m getting it.
When my orgasm hits, my body tightens around his cock and with less than a handful more of thrusts, I feel his warmth fill me as he growls out my name.
He releases his hold on my arse and lets my feet fall slowly to the ground. Our slick with sweat skin still touching as we cling to each other. He kisses me slowly. His lips are soft and sweet tasting, making me want more. As if reading my mind, he takes hold of the back of my head, bringing me nearer, kissing me deeper, making me dizzy with desire.
Cade’s hand slides from behind my head, over my shoulder and down until the flat of his hand is laid over breast. “Your body is so fucking sexy,” he murmurs into my mouth as he teases me, circling the palm over my nipple, already hard with arousal. I push against his hands, seeking more pressure until the pain from the friction becomes almost unbearable. A rush of heat careens towards my clit as his hand goes there too, as if to catch it. But when his expert finger finds it first time, and starts flicking, circling and pressing on the already excited spot, I moan out only to be silenced by another heated kiss.
I come on his hand.
I come in his mouth.
When I come on his cock again, this time it’s slow, precise and gentle. Well, up to a point anyway, it still ends up hot and hard as we shudder together, spilling each other’s names into our gasping mouths.
“Do you hate me?” I ask as we lay barely awake, exhausted from our sex session.
“Hate you? Why would I hate you?”
“Stealing away the chance for you to see the birth of your child, her first breath, her first smile, her first…” I have to stop because the pain that grips my chest from the realisation and guilt of what I have done, renders me speechless. The tears that fall don’t help either. “Because I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” I stutter between tears.
“Petra,” he rolls over onto his side and turns me too, so I have no option but to face him. “I won’t pretend that it doesn’t hurt, that I’m not disappointed you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. But I don’t hate you.”
“But could you ever forgive me?”
“That, I won’t lie, may take some time, but I will.”
“How can you be so sure of that? How do you know that eventually it won’t eat away at you, so eventually you end up hating me?”
“There is no way I could ever hate you baby, because I love you.”
The words hit me hard and I wait for the panic to set in. I wait for the familiar feelings; the walls coming around me, that I mentally erect every time someone tries to get close. My shield, my barricade. But I feel no fear.
I push away from him and sit up on the bed with my legs crossed.
“Petra?” I look back at him with wide eyes and a full heart.
“When I was fifteen, I fell in love.” I say softly. “I was confident, happy, and full of life. Michal was three years older than me, so my mum wasn’t happy about me seeing him, but she didn’t stop me either. I guess she always gave me more freedom than the other kids got. I think she thought it had hurt me enough, losing Dad when I was so young. She’d avoid an argument at all costs.”
“You don’t have to explain to me,” his face is shrouded with sadness.
“Yes, I do, because then you might understand.” A simple nod is what I get in response.
“At first, I was the strong one in the relationship. In fact, my friends used to joke about how I had Michal wrapped around my little finger. But oh, my God, how things changed.” I quickly glance at Cade and take a deep breath before I continue. “They say love is blind, well in my case, there was certainly an element of truth in that. I didn’t see the lies and the cheating, the slow manipulation. I didn’t see how, over the three and a half years I was with him, he gradually controlled me. He would tell me what to wear, how much to eat, then came the relentless sly digs.” I let out a strangled laugh as I try to push down the emotions that were building as memories fill my head.
“Petra,” Cade mumbles as he reaches out and takes my hand. Our eyes meet and I see empathy but not in a condescending way, giving me the confidence to continue.