as I eased her out of her second climax. “I think I’m dead.”
“I hope not.” I flipped her over to her belly, helping her out of what was left of her dress, and shed my clothes, taking the extra moment to roll a condom over my shaft. “You owe me at least one more.”
“Oh, I do?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder as I climbed back onto the couch, kneeling between her thighs.
“You always come at least one more time than I do. It’s the rule.” My hands roamed up the columns of her thighs to squeeze the tantalizing curves of her ass.
“Says who?” Her words may have been teasing, but she pushed up on her forearms, putting that ass right where I wanted it.
Need slammed into me with every heartbeat, like I hadn’t just come down her throat twenty minutes ago. Fuck, I needed her more now than I had before our first time, but I didn’t just want her body. I wanted her heart. I wanted everything she had to give.
“Says me.” I lined the head of my cock up to her slick entrance and looked back over the city, which was mercifully blocked by the privacy screen on the lower half of her balcony. “I need you, Bristol.”
“Then take me, Cormac.” She rocked back, and I slid in the first few tight inches of her pussy.
“Fuck,” I hissed at the pleasure that flooded every nerve in my body. Then I drove forward, taking her in a single, hard thrust. “Duchess,” I groaned.
She whimpered and pushed against the arm of the couch for leverage as I started to move my hips, sliding in and out of her just how she liked it, deep and slow.
“So good,” she said, her voice muffled.
“It’s a good thing your balcony has a privacy screen because no one gets to see you like this but me.” I pulled her hips into my next thrust, taking her harder.
“Cormac!” she cried out.
The line of her back in the silvery light was incredibly hot. It was all…incredibly hot, but she was too far away, and my heart screamed at me to pull her closer, to eliminate every inch between us.
“Come here.” I reached up to her waist and lifted her up at the same time I sat back on my knees, bringing her back to my chest as I slid into an even deeper angle.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, reaching to palm the back of my neck as we moved together.
My hands stroked up her taut stomach to cup the swells of her breasts. They filled my hands, her nipples hard between my thumb and forefinger as I teased the swollen nubs.
We were plastered against each other, skin to skin, but I still wasn’t close enough to her. I wanted to be the very air she breathed. Tilting her face toward mine, I kissed her deep, thrusting my body in rhythm with my tongue. She was completely, utterly perfect.
“I love that. Yes, just…yes,” she keened against my mouth.
“I love you,” I replied. My tempo faltered for a breath. What the fuck did you just say? How the hell had I let it slip? Where was that self-control I was so damned proud of? Maybe she didn’t hear it.
She pulled her mouth from mine and held my gaze for a torturously long second. Then her lips curved into a stunning smile. “Good, because I love you, too.”
My entire body threatened to give out in sheer relief. She loved me. She loved me! There was nothing better or bigger to say than those three massive words, so I didn’t bother speaking. Our bodies were better at communicating, anyway.
I sealed our mouths and made love to her, taking her over and over, knowing that she was taking me, too. It was more than ownership or claim. We belonged to each other. We belonged with each other.
When we rose to that edge again, and her muscles trembled and shook, I slid one hand down to her swollen clit and sent us both reeling, kissing every moan and gasp she made in the throes of her orgasm as mine shuddered through me.
We came down with heaving breaths and sweat-slick skin, clinging to each other.
I loved her.
She loved me.
And if we sat here much longer, the inevitable problems we’d just created for each other with those declarations would come up. We’d be forced into the reality of what it meant to be in a relationship eight-hundred miles apart.
So before either