Dirty Little Secret (Dirty #1)

by Amber Rides

  Silent tears formed in his eyes, and spilled out onto his cheeks. I wiped them away, then leaned forward to kiss his damp face.

  “Cutter,” I said softly. “When I’m with you, I feel things I never even knew I was missing. Hopeful. Worthwhile. Alive.”

  I traced my hand along his jaw, down his chin, and to his collarbone.

  My heart rate monitor jumped.

  “You’re going to have to turn that off,” I whispered.

  “I don’t –“

  “Big green button at the bottom.”

  He turned over and reached one of his long arms up to the monitor. I used the three, free seconds to untie my hospital-style robe, and slip it from my shoulders. When Cutter turned back, he inhaled sharply.

  “Baby-doll, what are you doing?”

  “Getting undressed.”

  “That is a very bad idea.”

  “Why?”

  “Because…” He trailed off, his eyes roaming my body. “Just because.”

  “I’m not wasting another second. Shirt off,” I commanded.

  When he didn’t comply, I gripped the bottom of his t-shirt with both hands, and pulled.

  “This is going to hurt me if I have to do it for you,” I said.

  “Stop,” he pleaded.

  I yanked harder, wincing at the shooting pain in my arm.

  Cutter tried to wiggle away, but my cast got stuck to him, and the more carefully he tried to extricate himself, the more stuck he got, and the further up his t-shirt rode. In just a few seconds, it was up to his armpits. I let myself enjoy the view of his taut abs before covering a grin with an exaggerated yelp.

  “Ouch!”

  Cutter immediately stopped moving.

  “Are you okay?” he asked in a muffled voice.

  “I’m stuck.”

  He tried to bring the shirt down and I yelped again. He had no choice but to pull the t-shirt off completely. He shot a nervous glance at the door.

  “Worried your dad’s going to catch us?” I teased.

  “We’re not going to do anything.”

  “Kiss me,” I ordered.

  “Baby-doll…”

  “Cutter.”

  “You’re killing me.”

  “I’m not killing you. I’m proving to you that you’re worth loving, and worth a thousand second chances. Now kiss me. Please, Cutter.”

  Slowly, tenderly, with his eyes wide open, he brought his lips to mine. The sweet heat in his blue gaze was enough to drown in. But as he tugged on my mouth, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lose myself in the kiss. Cutter’s mouth was warm and inviting, demanding and delicious.

  When he paused for a breath, I tipped my head back. His mouth found my throat, trailing kisses downward. His hands skimmed the surface of my bare stomach, but when he reached my breasts, he paused.

  “I really don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.

  “You won’t.”

  Cutter’s tongue traced a circle around one nipple, then the other. He teased gently, bringing each one to full attention. I gasped and arched against his mouth. He released me slowly, then brought his hands up to cup both breasts.

  “More, baby-doll?” he asked.

  “Please.”

  He drew in a mouthful of nipple, sucked until it ached, then switched sides, and did the same with the other. The heat that I’d only ever felt with Cutter began its steady build, and I welcomed it. I knew where it was going, and I wanted it.

  His lips finished their reverent ministrations and made their way back up my neck, then closed on my ear.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

  I ran my hands over his shoulders, down his strong, well-muscled torso, and stopped them at his waist.

  “Pants, please,” I said.

  He jumped up, hurried to the door, and locked it before climbing back in bed and unbuttoning his jeans. As he slid them from his hips, and faced me, my hand closed over his cock.

  “This,” I told him. “Is so fucking beautiful.”

  At my words, his erection twitched in my hand, and I moaned at the feel of it. I stroked him firmly, enjoying the rumble of appreciation in his throat and the look of pure pleasure on his face.

  “Oh, God, baby-doll,” he groaned, and the wetness between legs made me squirm.

  “Roll over,” I said.

  “Baby-doll, if I roll over, you will get hurt.”

  “I want to make love to you.”

  Cutter shot me a sly, sexy smile. “Later.”

  “I don’t want to wait. Cutter, I -”

  My words cut off in a gasp as his hand slid between my legs and cupped me firmly.

  “Do you want me here?” he teased.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  One finger worked into me, playing over my clit, then slipped out, tormenting me.

  Cutter’s dragged his palm up my stomach, grazed each breast, and then to my mouth. He traced the shape of my lips with his thumb, and the taste of my own want made me shiver. His hand moved back down, and he paused over my heart.

  “And here?” he whispered.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  Cutter rolled to his side, fumbled for his wallet, and pulled out a condom.

  “You’re sure?” he asked.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

  He tore open the package, sheathed himself, and parted my legs with his knee. Then he eased toward me, putting just an inch between us. His hands gripped my hips, and I thrust up lightly, but he didn’t let me take him yet. The tip of his penis just touched the edge of my already wet pussy.

  “Please tell me it’s later,” I begged.

  He rocked forward, still just outside of me, the length of him grazing my clit. I could barely contain my need.

  “Cutter,” I murmured in a desire-filled voice. “I love you. More than anything in the world. Make love to me. Please?”

  “Yes, baby-doll,” he groaned.

  I put my hand around the base of his cock, and eased him into me. His fingers closed over mine, teasing my pussy open with his thumb, and drawing the wetness out. Pain, deep and good, shot through me as I let myself surround him.

  “Is this all right?” he wanted to know. “Am I hurting you?”

  In reply, I rocked upward, drawing him as far in as I dared. Then he drew back, easing himself out again. Forward, pulling him further into me once more.

  “Melissa,” he gasped. “I love you, baby-doll.”

  My name and those words on his lips was all it took for me to lose myself in the rhythm.

  Our rhythm.

  Faster and faster I moved, each thrust a painful and satisfying release. I forgot about my broken arm, and all that I had led up to it. I forgave him for every past transgression, and all future ones. The only thing that mattered was him, filling me up, and look in his eyes as we came together.

  It was a burst of passion and emotion that I knew, without a doubt, could only last a lifetime.

  THE END (FOR NOW)