Chapter 73 I Need You To Believe Me

• Cold wood. “I need to feel you.” His hands release their grip on my hips, pass over his head, and grab his shirt. He tears it off and throws it to the floor, revealing the perfect upper part of his body with rippling muscles. Rough, calloused hands slide over my curves to fit underneath me, one settling on my clitoris, gripping the bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger; the other cupping the front of my neck, gently securing me as his body folds over mine, until his chest meets my back, all while continuing to mercilessly penetrate me. Somewhere above my head, I think I hear a helicopter, but I can’t concentrate on anything other than how incredible it feels—the tingling that starts at the base of my spine. “This is different," he whispers, pressing his lips against the back of my neck. My heart races.
• “What?” For a long moment, he doesn’t speak, and I start to think he just wishes I had heard him.
• And then… “You. Me. This. Is different, Prue. I can’t explain how or why, but I need you to believe that.”