“Jodie,” he moans into our kiss before ripping his lips from mine and kissing down my neck. “You’re here.”
“Yes,” I cry when he sucks on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Oh God, please,” I groan, rolling my hips against him to find some friction.
“You sure, baby? Because once that happens, I fucking swear to you that I’m not letting you go.”
His words should settle in my head as the warning they’re intended as, but they don’t.
“I’m sure. Please, Toby.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling me from the wall and spinning us before marching in the direction of his bedroom.
I cling to him like a spider monkey, wondering if his bedroom is actually the last place I want to be, but my thoughts soon float away as he lays me out on his bed and stands, towering over me like a god.
Reaching behind him, he pulls the shirt Mum gave him from his body in one quick and sexy move, revealing hard, toned inches of his torso for me to enjoy.
His chest heaves as he stares down at me and my eyes linger on his scar briefly before I make my way lower, finding his cock tenting his sweats.
My mouth waters and my fingers twitch in my need to reach for him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes before falling over me, his hands planted on either side of my head as he dips to claim my lips once more.
My legs lock around his back and I tug, desperately trying to drag him down on top of me so I can feel his weight pressing me into the mattress.
“Greedy little demon,” he groans, kissing and nipping along my jaw as his fingers find the bottom of my jumper.
Arching my back, I help him pull it from my body before he throws it across the room. His lips immediately descend to my chest.
“Toby,” I cry when his teeth graze me through the lace of my bra.
“You’re everything, Jodie. Fucking everything.”
He tucks two fingers into my bra and drags the fabric aside, exposing me to him. His lips are there immediately, wrapping them around my sensitive peak, making me arch off the bed when he sucks hard.
“Oh God,” I cry, my fingers threading into his hair, holding him in place, needing him to keep going. “Yes,” I scream when he shifts to the other side, grazing my nipple with his teeth.
His hand slips beneath me when I arch up and he unhooks my bra, allowing him access to all of me. Which he more than makes the most of, kissing, nipping, and sucking my sensitive skin until I’m panting in need and he’s thoroughly marked my body as his.
This is exactly what I needed last night. This mindless pleasure that he can offer me.
Life outside the two of us, outside of these four walls ceases to exist when we’re together, and it’s everything. Every-fucking-thing.
My fingers tighten in his hair when he tries to move lower, but when his eyes collide with mine, I question my sanity and let him go.
In seconds, he’s pulling my jeans and knickers down my legs and tugging them free of my feet.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he says, pressing his hands against my inner thighs and spreading me wide for him.
“Shit, please. Toby,” I cry when he blows a stream of air down the length of me. My muscles ripple, desperate to drag something inside me—mostly his cock.
My hips grind as he remains motionless between my legs, just teasing me with what I want most.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.
His words are like a bucket of cold water for a split second as flashbacks to the last time I was here hit me.
“I know I don’t deserve it. I know you hate me. I know all of that. But fuck… I can’t live without you, Demon. I’ll spend every single second of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you, to prove to you how I feel about you.”
My heart makes my decision for me while my head is still as unsure as it has been since fleeing this place that night.