First and Forever (Heartache Duet #2) - Jay McLean Page 0,120

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I stand behind her, my hands on her hips, my mouth to ear. “Ava, what is this?”

“It’s nothing.”

I spin her around, force her to look up at me. “It’s something.”

Those small hands cover her face, and I tug them down, needing her to see me. “What do you want me to say, Connor?”

“I’m not mad about it,” I try to console. “I’m just… confused. You had no contact for over a year, and you could have, Ava; I’ve been here.” I point to the closet. “You know I’ve been here. Why…”

“Because… I don’t know, okay?” Her hands drop to her sides, and she attempts a calming breath, but she can’t seem to keep it together for long. “I tried, Connor. I tried so hard to let go of you, to fight those feelings, but I couldn’t. I spent every single day away from you trying to convince everyone around me, and even myself, that I was fine without you, but I wasn’t. And this—you seeing this—it’s embarrassing, okay?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know! Because it’s the only way I could deal with how much I missed you, and how much I love you, and I—” She pauses a breath. “My love for you never wavered. Not for a second. And I never stopped being proud of you, of everything you’ve accomplished and everything you are, but this—” She waves a hand toward the closet. “This is, like, borderline obsession and—”

I kiss her. Without pause. Without heartache. I take everything she is, because right now, all of her is all for me, and it’s always been like that. Even on her bad days, and even when things got too much, she never stopped loving me. Never.

Her hands form a fist, balling up my T-shirt as she pulls me closer to her, her mouth opening wider for me. Her tongue strokes mine, and I feel the charge between us ignite the second her back hits the wall. Her moan drowns in my inhale, and I grasp her thighs, lift her off her feet until her legs are wrapped around me. Knees bent, I lower us to the floor while she removes my T-shirt, her mouth finding my collarbone as soon as it’s off. I lift the hem of her dress, higher and higher until it’s gone completely, and my hips jerk up the moment I claim her mouth again. Everything inside me is frantic, fighting for release. She practically rips off her bra and then grasps my head, pulling me there, her hips sinking into mine when I latch on to a breast. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder while she arches her back, grinding into me. I lower my shorts, just enough to free the bulge, and she moans, pushes me until I’m on my back and she’s leaning over me, one arm outstretched, hand to my side. The other reaches between us, moving her underwear to the side. She glides against me, her wetness against my length, and my head falls back, hits the floor with a thud. “Jesus, Ava, I need inside you so fucking—”

“Fuck waiting,” she moans, and her mouth covers mine while her weight on my hips lightens. I curl my hands around her waist, lift my head so I can watch as she places me at her entrance.

“Wait, we need—”

“I’m on the pill,” she breathes out. “I have been for a while because it helps—”

“I don’t care why.” I grip her waist tighter, pull her down until she covers me entirely and, “Fuck!” I breathe through the ecstasy of feeling her heat surround me, feeling her raw. “Don’t. Move.”

And because she’s a brat and she never listens, she moves, sliding me slowly out of her until there’s just the tip, then she drops, groaning when I’m all the way in again.

“I said don’t move.”

“Shut up; I don’t care.” She starts moving on me, her hands flat on my chest, and I close my eyes, think of every horrible accident my dad’s ever told me about. Brains splattered on the road, three-inch nails through hands, legs caught in—“Oh, God, Connor!” I open my eyes just in time to see bliss overtake her, shaking her entire body as she tightens around me. She gasps for air, riding me without apology. When she’s done, she falls against my chest, her wet hair matching the sweat coating her body.

I wait only a second before flipping her onto her back and grabbing her thigh, holding it to my