Part 17 (1/2)
”Well?”
His lips stayed shut and my frustration and fury skyrocketed. I wanted to grab him and shake him apart. Make him admit to something, anything. Make him tell me what the h.e.l.l was really going on.
I crawled onto the bed, getting in his face. ”David, talk to me!”
Nothing.
Fine.
I pushed back with trembling legs and tried to clamber off the mattress. He grabbed at my arms, trying to hold on. And like f.u.c.k he was. I pushed back hard. All brawling limbs, we tumbled off the bed and rolled onto the floor. His back hit the hardwood floor. Immediately, he rolled us again, putting me on the bottom. My blood pounded behind my ears. I kicked and pushed and wrestled him with all the hurt he'd inspired. Before he could get his bearings I rolled us again, regaining the uppermost position. He couldn't stop me, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Escape was imminent.
But it didn't happen.
David grabbed my face in both hands and mashed his lips to mine, kissing the stuffing out of me. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in. The kiss was rough and wet. Breathing was an issue. We both had anger management issues and neither of us entirely refrained from biting. With his bruised mouth, he definitely had the most to lose. It wasn't long before the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue.
He pulled back with a hiss, fresh blood on his swollen top lip. ”f.u.c.k.”
He grabbed my hands. I didn't make it easy on him, struggling for all I was worth. But he was stronger. He pinned them to the floor above my head with relative ease. The press of his hard-on between my legs felt exquisite, insane. And the more I bucked against him the better it got. Adrenaline had already been pouring through me, amping me up. The need to have him sat just below the surface, p.r.i.c.kling my skin, making me hyperaware of everything.
So this was angry s.e.x. I couldn't bring myself to hurt him, not really. But there were other ways to a.s.sert myself in this situation. He came back to my mouth and I nipped him again in warning.
A mad smile appeared on his face. It probably matched my own. We were both panting, fighting for air. Both as stubborn as h.e.l.l. Without another word he released my wrists and drew back. Quickly, he grabbed my waist and turned me over, pulling me up onto my elbows and knees. Arranging me how he wanted me. Rough hands tore at the b.u.t.ton and zip on my jeans. He yanked down my denim and crazily overpriced thong, body poised over mine.
His hands smoothed over my a.s.s. Teeth dragged over the sensitive skin of one cheek, just above the tattoo of his name. A hand slipped beneath to cup my s.e.x. The press of his fingers against me had me seeing stars. When they started stroking me, working me higher, I couldn't hold back my moan. He nipped me on the rump, a sharp sting of sensation. Then he pressed kisses up my spine. Stubble from his chin scratched my shoulder.
The lack of words, the absolute silence apart from our heavy breathing made it more. It made it different.
One finger slid inside me. Not nearly enough, d.a.m.n it. He slid in a second finger, stretching me a little. Once, twice he slowly pumped it into me. I pushed back against his hand, needing more. Next came the sound of the bedside drawer sliding open as he searched for a condom. His fingers slid out of me and the loss was excruciating. I heard his zipper being lowered, the rustle of clothes and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then his c.o.c.k pressed against me, rubbing over my opening. He pushed in slow and steady, filling me up until there was nothing left that wasn't me and him. For a moment he stopped, letting me adjust.
But not for long.
Hands gripped my hips and he began to move. Each thrust was a little faster and harder than the last. Labored breathing and the slap of skin against skin swallowed the silence. The scent of s.e.x hung heavy in the air. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, spurring him on. It was nothing like the sweet and slow of this morning. Neither of us was tender. My jeans shackled me at the knees, making me slip forward a little with each thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place. He stroked over something inside me and I gave a startled gasp. Again and again he concentrated on that spot, making me mindless. I felt superheated. Like fire burned through me. Sweat dripped off my skin. I hung my head, closed my eyes and held onto the floor with all my might. My voice called out without my consent, saying his name. d.a.m.n it. My body wasn't my own. I came hard, awash with sensation. My back bowed, every muscle drawn tight.
David pounded into me, hands slipping over my slick skin. He came a moment later in silence, holding himself deep. His face rested against my back, arms wrapped around my body, which was lucky. I'd lost all traction. Slowly I slid to the floor. If he hadn't been holding me I'd have face-planted. I doubt I'd have even cared.
In silence, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, sat me on the sink. Without fuss he dealt with the condom, started running a bath, holding a hand beneath the faucet to check the temperature. He undressed me like I was a child, pulling off my sneakers and socks, my jeans and panties. He tugged off my s.h.i.+rt and unclipped my bra. His own clothes were ripped off with far less care. I felt curiously naked with him now, the way he was treating me. Being so careful with me despite my biting and big boned unwieldiness. He treated me like I was precious. Like I was a china doll. One he could apparently have rough s.e.x with upon occasion. Once more, he checked the water, then he picked me up again and into the bath we went.
I huddled against him, my skin cooling off fast. My teeth chattered. He held me tighter, resting his cheek against the top of my head.
”I'm sorry if I was too rough,” he said finally. ”I didn't mean it, accusing you of s.h.i.+t like that. I just ... f.u.c.k. I'm sorry.”
”Rough wasn't a problem, but the trust issue ... we're going to need to talk about it sometime.” I rested my head against his shoulder, stared up into his troubled eyes.
His chin jerked as he gave me a tight nod.
”But right now, I'd like to talk about Vegas.”
The arms around me tensed. ”What about Vegas?”
I stared back at him, still trying to think everything through. Not wanting to get this wrong, whatever this was.
Marriage, that's what it was.
s.h.i.+t.
”We've covered a lot of ground in the last twenty-four hours,” I said.
”Yeah, I guess we have.”
I held up my hand, my sparkly ring. The size of the diamond didn't matter. That David had put it on me was what made it important. ”We talked about lots of things. We slept together, and we made promises to each other, important ones.”
”You regretting any of it?”
My hand slid around the back of his neck. ”No. Absolutely not. But if you woke up tomorrow, and you'd somehow forgotten all of this. If it was all gone for you, like it had never happened, I would be furious at you.”
His forehead wrinkled.
”I'd hate you for forgetting all this when it's meant everything to me.”
He licked his lips and turned off the tap with a foot. Without the water gus.h.i.+ng out the room quieted instantly.
”Yeah,” he said. ”I was angry.”
”I'm not going to let you down like that again.”
Beneath me his chest rose and fell heavily. ”Okay.”
”I know it takes time to learn to trust someone. But in the meantime, I need you to at least give me the benefit of the doubt.”
”I know.” Wary blue eyes watched me.
I sat up and reached for the washcloth on the edge of the bath. ”Let me clean you up a little.”
A dark lump sat on his jaw. Blood lingered beneath his nose and near his mouth. He was a mess. A big red mark was on his ribs.
”You should see a doctor,” I said.
”Nothing's broken.”
Carefully, I wiped the blood from the side of his mouth and beneath his nose. Seeing him in pain was horrible. Knowing I was the cause made my stomach twist and turn. ”Tell me if I press too hard.”
”You're fine.”
”I'm sorry you got hurt. In the bar tonight, and in Vegas. I didn't mean for that to happen.”
His eyes softened and his hands slid over me. ”I want you to come back to LA with me. I want you with me. I know school will start back eventually and we're gonna have to work something out. But whatever happens, I don't want us apart.”