Indelible

by Shae Scott

  “You don’t mean that.” His voice came out low and I recognized the seduction in it. I felt it drift across my skin, caressing me all on its own.

  “But I do,” I said, hugging my knees tighter, mostly to keep my hands from reaching out to him. I wanted to rub my hand across his cheek, against the stubble. I did want him to come closer. I just didn’t want to want it.

  “Don’t you think I know you better than that?” he asked. He was close now, my knees the only thing keeping him from closing in completely.

  “Not anymore,” I said stubbornly. My fingers dug into my skin in an effort to keep my hands away from him.

  He stopped and sat back and I wondered if my words had hit him with a dose of reality. I hoped so. That’s a lie. I wanted him to push me. It was sick, the way I craved him. It was too easy to give into him.

  His eyes met mine with a fierceness that made my heart slam against my chest in a violent rhythm. “You’re right. I don’t know you at all,” he said.

  22

  Owen

  I saw the surprise flash across her face and I admit it, I liked it. I liked surprising her. She didn’t say anything. What could she argue when I had just agreed with her? I bit back a laugh as she opened and shut her mouth as she thought about arguing.

  When her arms relaxed their death grip from her knees I took advantage. I moved back in and heard her catch her breath.

  “I don’t know a single thing,” I said. She watched me closely, trying to guess my game plan. I could almost feel the heat rising from her skin. She smelled so good, a mix of rain and fabric softener. The fact that she was wearing my shirt turned me on. I couldn’t even allow myself to think about the fact that she was also in my boxers or I’d probably be taking them off her right now.

  Shit, she was beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

  “Maybe I need to study. Find out more about you, see what has changed,” I said. I took pleasure in the way she shifted in her seat, lips parted as she breathed me in. Yeah, I knew her. I knew how to push all of her buttons. And I was about to show her just how extensive my knowledge was.

  “I’d be more than happy to spend a little time getting to know you,” I said, softly as I moved in and let my mouth linger next to her throat. She moved her head ever so slightly, inviting me to taste. But I didn’t. Right now, the idea of teasing her was too much fun.

  “I wonder how long it will take me to figure out what it is that you like best,” I mused, letting my lips skim across her skin, barely touching, as I moved up to her ear. “It would probably take me a long, long time, don’t you think?” I asked. She made a noise that was noncommittal. I had her. She was turning into melted putty in my hands. I knew her. She knew that I did. I had worshiped her body for countless hours, I knew exactly where to go and what path to take to get her so tensed up that she lost herself. I took pride in knowing her that well. If she needed reminding then I’d be more than happy to do so.

  I let my hands skim along her sides until I found the hem of her shirt. My shirt. I teased her by slowly lifting it up, just enough to reveal the soft skin of her abdomen. I loved the way it moved with her unsteady breaths. I let my fingers drift over her flesh and smiled when I felt the goosebumps greet me. “Maybe you like it when I touch you like this?” I asked, finding her eyes. They were hazy. I liked that. I tested her further by pushing the shirt up higher. She didn’t object. Instead she grabbed hold of me, digging into me with her fingers. It pushed me further and I raised the shirt high enough to see her bare breasts. Thank God for rain and wet clothes.

  I brushed my thumbs across her nipples, and they pebbled beneath my touch. I heard the sigh leave her as she shifted, leaning back against the couch to give me better access. I smiled, tracing her nipple with my tongue and then blowing a hot breath against her wet flesh. She shivered and grasped hold of my arm. She was trying hard to hold it together and not give into me. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t want to prove that I knew every single thing about her.

  I lifted the shirt up and over her head and then found her mouth, kissing her slowly. I explored and tasted and devoured her soft moans. I ran my hands across her skin, down to her hips, and settled myself into the valley between her legs. I was already rock hard and aching from wanting her. I ground my hips against her and watched as her teeth sunk into her lip.

  “How am I doing? Do you like it when I touch you like this? Do you want more?” I asked. I wanted more. I wanted to sink into her and fuck her senseless. I leaned in, my mouth right against her ear and said, “Do you remember the first time I touched you like this? The first time that I kissed your sweet breasts, the first time I made you come?”

  “Yes,” she managed. Her breath was staccato, small sexy pants. She was actually panting and it made my dick throb. I wasn’t sure I’d make it much longer before taking her. I needed to feel her wrapped around me.

  “I wanted you so badly that night. I wanted to spend that whole night making love to you in that barn. I want you even more now. What do I do about that?” I asked her.

  She pulled me to her and kissed me hard. She slipped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, as if she thought I might pull a repeat of that night and walk away from her, I wasn’t going anywhere. Never again was I going to walk away from this woman.

  With that kiss I lost sight of my game of teasing seduction and just fell into a sea of passion. This woman set me on fire. She clawed at my shirt, silently begging me to get rid of it. I did as she wished. I loved feeling her skin against mine and as her nails traced along my back my need for her doubled.

  I pulled away from her and smiled at the pout that crossed her face. She didn’t like the space between us. I ran my hands down her body and as I reached her hips I grabbed the waistband of the boxers and gave her a questioning look. I needed to make sure she was okay with this. She lifted her hips and I slid them down her legs and discarded them.

  I took a moment to admire her. “Your body is so fucking sexy,” I said.

  I ran my hands up her smooth legs and up her inner thighs. She watched me, any shyness that she’d had fading away, leaving only heat in her eyes. She wanted me to touch her. I could see it all over face. She shifted, uncomfortable with the growing need in her. I loved watching her desire ramp up. And I was barely touching her.

  “Owen,” she said. It was a question and a plea. I let my hand go where she wanted it, my fingers tracing her delicate folds, slowly exploring her. Her eyes drifted closed and she sighed. I covered her body with mine, my fingers still working her over as I kissed her. I started slow, but soon lost myself in her and the kiss deepened. Her hands moved to my waistband and pushed, the material sliding over my hips and freeing my throbbing dick. With no barrier between us I lost a bit of my focus. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be inside her. She was so wet already and I was quickly losing my patience.

  The couch was big, for a couch, but it wasn’t all that conducive for what I wanted to do to her. I rubbed against her, teasing her and soaking up each moan that escaped her pretty little mouth.

  “Ally, I want. I need,” I couldn’t get my words to connect. Her hand reached down and stroked me, her hands were soft like silk and as they wrapped around my cock I thought I would lose my shit right there.

  I pulled her up and her legs straddled me. She still had a hold of me, teasing me with her hands as she kissed me deeply. When she pulled back I saw liquid fire in her eyes. It undid me. I was wound so tight that I wasn’t sure I could take much more. I had been the one prepared to tease her into submission, instead she had become the temptress and I was completely at her mercy.

  She rose up on her knees and held my gaze as she began to lower herself down onto me. She went slow and I felt each part of her as I filled her. I couldn’t tear my gaze from her face. She was so fucking beautiful and watching her as she took control and began to move with me deep inside her had to be the best fucking thing ever. I held onto her hips, my fingers digging
in. I tried to tell myself not to bruise her, but the pure pleasure rolling through my body was so intense that I didn’t have a choice.

  She leaned in to kiss me and I pulled her body against mine, wrapping her up in a cocoon. I couldn’t get close enough, I couldn’t get deep enough. She rocked against me, taking me all the way, grinding her hips seductively and causing me to teeter on the edge of something amazing. I started counting in my head to distract myself so I didn’t blow my load right now. Fuck. This girl. She was amazing. Every part of her, the way she gave, the way she let go and trusted me with her body like this.

  Shit, I wasn’t going to make it. I was so fucking close. My body tensed up and my legs began to shake beneath her.

  Then I felt her clench around me. Her walls began to contract caressing my dick and pushing me straight over the cliff. There was no way I could turn back from it. I heard her call out my name as she fell apart and I just let myself go with her.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned against my shoulder as she finally came down off her high. I felt a shiver run through her body. “I needed that,” she sighed.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. She laughed too and I kissed her shoulder. We were good together. No, we were amazing together.

  Well, now I was starving. My exploration had left me famished, but lazy. I didn’t want to get up though. I was too comfortable on this couch, with the love of my life sprawled out over me. I trailed my fingers lightly across the soft skin of her back. She was satin. I grumbled as I felt her push off of me. I reached for her to pull her back to me, too late.

  “Where are you going? Come back,” I groaned. If she let me sit here a few more minutes I was planning on going back for a refresher course.

  “Well, first I need to clean up. And second, I’m hungry. You promised to feed me,” she teased. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up to a sitting position. My gaze took in her beautiful naked body and I realized I wouldn’t need a few more minutes after all. My stomach, on the other hand, had other ideas. It grumbled loudly betraying my hunger.

  “See? You’re hungry too. Now get up,” she ordered.

  “Hungry for you, lay back down.” I attempted to pull her back to me, but she danced out of my grasp. She reached for the t-shirt and started to put it back on. “Do you have to get dressed?” I pouted. She thought for a moment and then tugged it over her head.

  “If you get up and help me cook dinner then I’ll leave the pants off.” I could live with that compromise. I jumped up and grabbed the pants I’d been wearing and slipped them on. “Leave the shirt off,” she ordered, “It’s only fair.”

  I laughed and grabbed her by the hand pulling her towards the kitchen. “I like sassy Ally.”

  I pulled out all of the ingredients from the fridge and started piling them onto the counter. Ally moved around me, reaching for a pan and a cutting board. I liked the way we moved together, synchronized, like we’d been doing it for years. I handed her a knife and she grabbed some tomatoes and onions from the pile and started to chop. I followed suit, and started chopping up some mushrooms beside her.

  We worked in quiet for a few minutes, and when she started humming beside me I couldn’t help the stupid grin that found my face. She hummed when she was happy. She was humming now. I felt better than I had in a very long time.

  After we’d chopped up all of the veggies I kind of just sat back and let her do her thing. I watched as she moved about the kitchen, watching the way her hips swayed with each stir of the sauce and the way the t-shirt rose up, showing a peek of perfect ass cheeks. When she bent over to put a loaf of bread in the oven, I was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose, but I didn’t mention it for fear she would stop. She turned and caught me staring and walked over to me, a shy smile on her lips. I loved how she still got shy, especially after a round of hot, wild sex like we’d just had. She stopped in front of me and I pulled her between my knees and brushed my knuckle across the blush on her cheek.

  She leaned in and kissed me softly. Sweet and quiet, so unlike the rushed and frenzied kisses of earlier. She kissed me and then she walked back to the stove, never saying a word, I was just about to open my mouth to say something when she started to hum again. So I shut my mouth and enjoyed the fact that the beautiful woman I loved was in my kitchen, wearing my shirt, and making us dinner. Life felt pretty close to perfect.

  We sat in the kitchen at the table that had had zero use since I’d moved in, half clothed and eating pasta. Her hair was a mess. Not only had it dried into unruly waves, but she was sporting a series case of just fucked hair. It made me smile. She looked so fucking sexy all mussed the way she was.

  “What are you smirking at?” she asked, as she took a bite of noodles.

  “You’re hair is insane right now,” I admitted. Her hand flew up to feel the damage and laughed.

  “Oh god, I bet. Rain and sex…not the best styling routine,” she said.

  “I disagree. You look hot. It makes me want to take you to bed and mess it up some more,” I said. I let my dark eyes lock onto hers so that she knew I was serious. I took pleasure in the soft blush that found her cheeks.

  “Eat your dinner and get your mind out of the gutter,” she chuckled.

  Fine. I could wait. But I wasn’t done with her. Not at all. What had happened on the couch had been hard and fast, overtaking us both. I wanted to spend some time with her. I hadn’t had my fill, not by a long shot.

  We ate in comfortable silence for a while. My thoughts kept drifting to our time outside. Having told her the truth about the night I walked out had lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders. She had refused to listen to me for so long, and I knew that even though she’d listened and she was here with me now didn’t change the fact that the hurt was still there. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to take that away completely.

  “I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out and she looked up at me surprised. “For everything. For messing everything up between us. For not being there like you needed me to be. For saying those horrible things to you. I’m sorry.”

  She gave me a half smile and her hand reached across the table and covered mine.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “Will you ever be able to forgive me? Forgive me for what I did to us?” I asked quietly.

  She bit her lip nervously. Maybe forgiveness was too much to ask for. Maybe I didn’t deserve it anyway.

  “If I could go back, I would,” I admitted.

  She shrugged. “The way I see it, those things happened and they made us who we are today. You’ve changed. But maybe that’s not a bad thing. You said so yourself,” she said.

  I flipped her hand over and ran my fingers across the smooth skin. “What about you?” I asked. She’d changed too since that night. But she’d changed out of necessity. She’d done so as part of survival. I’d done that to her. It wasn’t about personal growth.

  “It doesn’t matter. We’re here now. Everything is out in the open. We accept what was and we move forward.” She sounded so strong, but I saw the questions that still lingered there behind her eyes. She wanted to believe that I’d always loved her. But she was still angry that I’d chosen for her. I understood that. I regretted it every day.

  “I shouldn’t have chosen for you. I shouldn’t have decided what was best for you. I’ll never do that again. I’ll never lie to you again. You have my word,” I said.

  “Good” she smiled.

  When I came back in from letting Charlie out to run around outside and do his thing Ally was leaned over the square wood dining table with a dishrag in her hand, wiping it down. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. There was something about seeing her doing something so simple and domestic in my kitchen, in that t-shirt and not a stitch of anything underneath that had blood pumping through my ears and down my body. She had no idea what she did to me. I walked towards her purposely. As I approached she turned and smiled at me.

  “How did Charlie like his walk?” she asked. I didn’t answer her. Instead
I grabbed her by the waist, picking her up and sitting her on the table. I pushed her knees apart and stood between them, my hard cock pressing against her bare sex. She gasped in surprise, but I covered it by covering her mouth with mine. Her hands moved to my hair, tugging it as she moaned softly against me. I kissed her hard and deep, the feelings in my chest overpowering everything else. I was so in love with this woman and part of me was so sure the spell she was under would break and she’d walk out of this house and out of my life. I couldn’t stand the thought. I needed her here. With me.

  “Stay with me tonight,” I breathed against her throat. I rubbed against her, the table putting her at the perfect position. “I need you here. I want you in my bed, beneath me. I want to sleep beside you,” I said. I kissed her again, silently begging her to not say no. I didn’t think I could stand it if she went home.

  She ran her hands across my bare chest and it caused me to shiver. “Okay,” she breathed. I ran my hands beneath the t-shirt, up her torso and to her breasts. I ran my thumbs across her nipples and I kissed her. I loved the way her hips shifted against me, begging for friction. Ally moved her hands down my body and to my pants. She pushed them down, releasing me from the confines of the fabric. Her hands began to stroke me and I groaned with pleasure. I was aching for her already and as much as I wanted to take her to my bed, right now I didn’t want to wait that long. I pulled her towards me, my mouth firm on hers and as I pulled her to the edge of the table, knees spread wide I pushed into her. Her head fell backwards, a soft moan escaping her. It drove me wild and I began to move. She clung to me her body pressed against mine, pulling me deeper with her legs as they wrapped around me.

  This table was the best purchase I’d ever made.

  She moved with me, grinding against me, pulling me to her as I pumped into her in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I nearly growled as we moved. Maybe it was the release of pent up emotion and the telling of secrets that had us each acting so frantic with each other. I’m not sure, but I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t even seem to calm myself enough to take my time with her. And God, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to taste her and make love to her with long, slow strokes. I wanted to take her straight to the brink and then make her come over and over again all night long. I hadn’t planned on attacking her in the middle of the kitchen or fucking her on the table where we’d just had dinner.