that she’s wet.
“Julian, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I press. I know I should take her back to our room, but I need her to loosen up first so we can talk. With Mia, you have to go about it the right way. Directly attacking her will only make her raise her defenses. I’m fully aware that I use orgasms to get to her heart, but show me a red-blooded male, so deeply in love with his woman, that wouldn’t do the same.
I dry hump her faster, working her. She clings to me, her moans growing louder, so I bring her closer and silence her with a kiss. I fucking love kissing her. It’s like our own langue, like this is another way we communicate. We’ve moved past the cruel kisses at this point to this.
“Oh! Oh God,” she cries, her lips pressed to mine. I feel her clench, her eyes dilating until they’re black, the blue long gone and I know she’s right there.
“Yes, baby, come,” I whisper in her ear and watch as she goes over with a soft, elongated moan that makes my balls clench. Fucking blue balls, I want to sink into her and fuck her until I come with a roar, but this isn’t about me. This is about my girl.
I hold her to me as she calms down, running a finger down her spine because she loves that shit and for some insane reason, it calms me down too. She calms me down, period.
“You’re insane,” she pants in my ear, making me smirk.
“Are you only now catching up to that?” I smirk against her hair. She pushes back and cups my jaw, then she starts kissing me earnestly. This one is sweet, grateful and so damn breathtaking, I want more.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips, our gazes connected. Blue to green. Her softness to my hardness. So right. “Thank you for taking care of me, Julian.”
“Baby, I meant that shit about your pleasure.”
“I know,” she murmurs. “But I also know that you only allowed this silly trip to indulge me, not because you actually enjoy it. I know you spend hours in the gym before I wake up so that you make up for the lost time you should be training with Cole.”
“Mia…”
“Please let me say this, Julian,” she says, cupping my jaw. “I love that you care about me. I love that you see me and that you’ve sacrificed so much to be here with me, especially when I didn’t know I needed you.”
Fuck. This girl undoes me.
“I’m there whenever you need me, in a heartbeat, Mia,” I say seriously. I know she’s anxious about me going away to college, and honestly, I’m screwed over that shit too. I have no idea how this is going to work without her. “Send me your fucking location when you need me. You don’t have to type anything. You don’t have to do anything else. Just send me your pin, baby and I’ll be right there.”
Tears well up in her eyes and she presses her lips to mine.
“You saved my life, Julian,” she whispers, the raw emotion in her voice gripping me by the throat. When I said I wanted her to get loose, this isn’t how I thought it would go.
“Mia, you saved yourself,” I tell her. Fuck, I need her to get this deep down in her soul. “You fight for yourself. You wanted to stay.”
“Only for you!” she cries. “I swear if it wasn’t for you, if you weren’t such a stalker, I doubt I would have made it through the summer with everything that was going in through my head.”
I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want to think of a world where she doesn’t exist. Whatever that shit is, assholes can have it. I refuse to exist without her.
“Talk to me, baby,” I whisper, now growing serious. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She tries her best to look away from me, but I’m not having it. Not with us, this is too important, too serious to play games with. Mia and I both know what the power of sadness can do to a person.
We’ve gone through it, suffered through it and barely survived. I’d be damned if I let that sadness creep back in disguised as worry or some shit.
“I know our time here is running out and that we’ve gone through some shit,” she starts, her voice low and smoky. “But I’m scared.”
“Scared?”
“Of going back,” she