Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek #2) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,67

bodies moving rhythmically together as if they’d been made for each other, as if we’d been doing this all our lives.

“God, Cheyenne,” I rasped, pausing with my cock buried deep inside her. “This feels too good. I’m too fucking close.”

“Me too,” she whispered, tilting her hips. “Don’t stop.”

Groaning, I began to move again, fucking her hard and deep. I remembered all the nights I’d fantasized about her, all the times I’d imagined being inside her this way—my hand had been a poor fucking substitute. This was a full-body experience, and every nerve ending was alive and on fire. Every sense was intensified—I could smell her, taste her, hear her crying out for me, for God, for release. Stars appeared behind my closed eyes as I reached the peak and clung to the edge, desperate to bring her with me, rocking into her again and again, until I felt the tension within her give way and her frustrated, pleading cries were eclipsed by one long sigh as her body clenched around me. I let go, and my body took over, exploding inside her, turning inside out, throbbing in hot, desperate, rippling waves of relief.

We lay there for a moment, tangled and clutching, our skin slick with sweat I hadn’t even noticed before, our breath slowing down, our muscles gradually relaxing.

I buried my face in her hair and inhaled, my entire body humming with pleasure. She stroked my back, pressed her lips to my shoulder, wrapped her legs around me. For a few minutes, we said nothing and just held each other, the only two souls in the world. In the universe. In existence.

Eventually, I lifted my chest off her and looked down at her face, my heart beating hard. Those brown eyes threatened to undo me. “Hey.”

She smiled. “Hey.”

“You okay?”

The smile widened, and she nodded, eyes drifting shut. “Yes.”

“Am I crushing you?”

“Yes. Never stop.”

I laughed, shifting onto my side so that she wasn’t bearing any of my weight, but taking her with me so we were face to face. “I just got here. Suffocating you is not part of my plan.”

“I didn’t know there was a plan.”

“Actually, there isn’t. Not beyond this anyway. My plan was to get you to listen to me, tell you how I felt, and then see if you’d let me take all your clothes off.”

She giggled, her fingertips brushing against my chest. “It worked. Well done.”

“But now I need a new plan.”

“I’m good with more of the same,” she said. “I liked every single part of the old one, even if you did cover my mouth to get me to shut up.”

“I had to—you would not stop talking.”

“I thought I was protecting myself.”

“I know.” I brushed her hair back from her face. “And you were right to stop things last night. It’s not that I didn’t feel this way then—because I did—but hearing you admit your feelings made it impossible to ignore mine any longer.”

“Tell me again how you feel,” she said shyly, her eyes on my chest.

I gathered her in close, tucking her head beneath my chin. For once, the words flowed easily. “I feel a lot of things. I feel like I want to hold you all night. I feel like all the oxygen goes out of the room when you enter it. I feel like I’m the only guy in the world when you look at me. I feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you smile.”

She snuggled closer, putting an arm and leg over me. “If this turns out to be a dream, I’m going to be so fucking mad.”

I kissed the top of her head. “It’s not.”

“I wish I could go back in time and tell twelve-year-old me not to give up hope, that there’s a reason she has all those feelings for you that won’t ease up.”

I chuckled. “Did you really have a crush on me all the way back then?”

“Yes,” she said, laughing. “And it never ended.”

“Get out, you’ve had plenty of boyfriends over the years. And I secretly hated every one of them.”

“Did you?” She sounded surprised.

“Yes. I would tell myself it was just me being protective, but there was probably more to it. Especially that asshole you brought around at Christmas a few years ago. What was his name . . . Jake?”

She groaned. “Don’t remind me. I only dated him because he was the total opposite of you. I was trying to distract myself.”

“He pinched your ass at the tree lighting, and I wanted