Everything I Desire (Lupine Valley #3)

13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Adelaide

He flicks the lock to the garage and stalks toward me. The heat in his eyes is undeniable and matches mine.

My head is saying we can’t do this, we need to finish our conversation, but there is nothing I want more than what I think he’s about to offer. “Porter. We nee-“

“Don’t say it Addy. My restraint is gone with you. You have no one to blame but yourself. All those accidental touches.” He watches me like he’s getting ready to devour every inch of me. Stalking me like his prey.

His fingers graze across my cheek on their way to the wall behind my head, his knee deliciously settles between my thighs, blocking me in and creating a friction that I can’t deny any longer.

My hands find his waistband and I hear the breath he sucks in just as my fingers undo the button on his jeans.

“That’s not accidental. What are you going to do about it?” I whisper, my breath hot on his skin .

I know I’m pushing my limits with him, but fuck, maybe it’s what he needs.

A devious look passes his eyes and our mouths meld together. He’s just as delicious as he was back then and my body suddenly remembers every touch we have ever shared.

“Goddamn it, baby!” He curses as he pulls away.

I want to scream at the absence of his lips.

“Do you not want me Porter? Is that it? I’m too naive for you? Poor little Adelaide who never left town, never got to experience life.” I pout.

“Fuck no, baby. Don’t you get it? You’re too good for me. You’re all the light in this world and I’m the dark. I can’t taint you anymore.” He rubs his jaw in frustration.

“Then let me bring you to the light Porter. You think you’re all darkness but I know you. I know the real Porter Jackson.” I dare to step towards him, stalking him as he did me.

He takes too many steps back and hits the hood of the car he was working on before I came in.

This time I settle myself between his thighs, wrapping my fingers in his hair, I pull his forehead to mine. “I’ve loved you since I was seventeen years old, maybe even longer. I know you aren’t the darkness you claim to be. You love with every beat of that big heart you have. You put everyone you love on a pedestal, including me. You got caught in the wrong place, wrong time your entire childhood and got the reputation for it because of your parents. But you, Porter Jackson, are the best kind of man. ”

“I don’t deserve you, baby, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to starve myself of you one more day,” he says before hesitating half a second.

He slams his mouth to mine, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to push us closer together.

Next thing I know, he is guiding me to lay on the hood of the Corvette, holding myself up with both palms splayed on the car. He pulls my dress up to my hips, and drops to his knees.

“I’ve needed you for so long, baby.” He runs his hands up the inside of my thighs. Hooking his finger in the waistband of my panties, he pulls them down to my ankles.

I step out of them and he fists them in his hand before shoving them in his pocket.

His hand gently nudges my legs open for him.

He trails kisses up each side of my thigh before he swipes his tongue up my slit.

“No one has ever been as sweet as you, baby. No one.” He buries his face into me, giving me the pleasure I’ve been desperate for.

“Oh, god. Porter” I moan .

He adds his rough fingers inside of me, rubbing the spot that only he has ever known. His fingers move, and his mouth nips at my clit. Over and over until he pushes me right over the edge.

I pulse around him and he stills until I’ve finished .

Standing, he pulls me up off the hood and into his arms. “I love you, Adelaide Harper. I’ve always loved you and I’m so tired of fighting it.”

“I love you too. Always have, always will.” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Now, take me home.”

He throws me over his shoulder and I squeal with happiness that he’s finally listening to me. I was prepared for more of a fight, but I’m happy he seems to finally believe that we belong together.

He rushes us out to his truck, opens the door and places me in the passenger seat before rushing off to his side and driving us back to my house. The short ride home is spent in silence, anticipation seeping out of me, but I can tell he is having second thoughts.

Once he parks the truck, he sits staring out the windshield at nothing.

I place my hand on his arm. “Porter, are you alright?”

He continues to stare out the window, but answers, “I need you to tell me this is what you want, baby. I need to know I’m what you want. Because I can’t walk away again.”

I move over the console and straddle his lap. I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eye.

“This is what I want. You are who I want.” His mouth crashes into mine.

Without his lips leaving mine, he pulls out of the truck, wraps his arms around my ass and carries me to my front door before setting me down. I fumble with my keys as his hands roam my body.

He places his hand over mine, the contact making me shiver already. We unlock the door together, and he closes it behind him.

Before I can move from the door, Porter is pulling me towards the kitchen, backing me up against the island. I brace myself by holding onto his biceps wrapped in that tight black henley. That anticipation from earlier is back in full force.

His hand slides up my thigh under my dress as he whispers, “I’ve been thinking about doing this since you walked down those stairs tonight.”

He traces a line with the pad of his thumb down my collarbone, and replaces his touch with kisses.

“I missed you so much,” I confess. “I hate when you ignore me. I wanted to march right over there and knock some sense into you.”

“I know, baby, I’m so sorry. It was just as hard on me to stay away.” He trails kisses back up my neck.

I run my hands up underneath his shirt and over the muscles that are etched into his chest. I let out a moan as he runs his hand up my thigh, bringing my dress up too. His eye catches on the tattoo that has been hidden under my long sleeves.

"You got it?" he whispers so quietly I almost question if he even spoke.

"Of course I did." He gently rubs his thumb over the ink .

He drops my arm, and lifts his tee over his head. There on his chest, right over his heart, is the same tattoo. "I needed the memories too."

I trace the lines of his tattoo on his muscular chest. A smile graces my lips. "I'm so ready for you Porter."

I lean down to pull his pants to the floor, kneeling in front of him. I take his cock in my hand, and wrap my lips around him. When I suck him further into my mouth his hands grasp the edge of my counter to hold himself up. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, putting pressure on his tip. He pulls me back up his body, my lips leaving with a popping sound off his cock.

"I'm not going to last very long if you don't stop." He runs his hands down my sides, gripping my ass in his hands, “Mmm, thinking of you with no underwear on the whole way over here, I’m so ready for you too.”

I slide my hands down his abs, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper seems to fill the space. I shiver at just the thought of having Porter again.

“Porter, please. I need you inside me now.”

I feel his cock pressing into me, “Anything for you, baby,” he says before spinning me around and pushing fully inside me.

His hands grip my hips as he takes a punishing pace, slamming into me. Each stroke feeling better than the last .

“Baby, this is everything I’ve dreamed of. You are everything I’ve dreamed of.” He trails kisses down my back.

I grip each side of the counter with white knuckles. “Porter. So. Close. Please.”

He reaches around, rubbing my clit with his rough calloused fingers.

“Oh god, Porter!” I shout out right before pulsing around his cock, as he comes with me.

He slides out of me and carries me over to the couch where we both collapse in a tangle of limbs.

After a few minutes of him quietly holding me on the couch, he whispers, “So what do we do now?”

The look of vulnerability in his eyes is nearly my undoing. “We don’t need to figure it out tonight, Porter. But we can always do that again.” I wink.

“Is that so, Ms. Harper?” He pulls me tighter to him, then I’m off the couch and over his shoulder for a second time tonight.

“Porter! I can walk, you know!” I scream out as he pauses at the top of the stairs.

I wiggle in his arms and he just holds tighter, he pauses at the top of the steps. “Ugh. The second room on the left.”

He takes off to where I tell him to go before throwing me on the bed and turning on every possible light in the room.

“What in the world are you doing?” I ask confused.

“Making sure that I can see every inch of this beautiful body that I’ve missed,” he says before jumping on the bed, and ravishing every inch of my body just like he promised.