a way that she’ll know that it’s not just for tonight or tomorrow or the next day. It’s forever and once I have her, I’m never letting her go. Not that I’m ever letting her go now.
Don’t take her against the door.
Don’t take her against the door.
Don’t take her against the fucking door like a maniac who can’t control himself.
I grind my hips against her center and she moans, fingers in my hair at the base of my neck and nails scraping.
I hold tight, not wanting to release her or touch anything but her. She squeezes her thighs around my waist, hooking her ankles together and I slam a hand against the door to keep my balance. Addy’s gasp fills the space between us and her head joins my hand on the door, neck arching to give me the perfect area for my mouth to devour her. And devour her, I do. I suck and lick and nibble.
We should have taken our time, made dinner together or at the very least ordered a pizza. Sat down and had a beer or soda and talked.
But I can’t stop.
Especially with the sounds she’s making and the way she feels and tastes.
Fuck me, but her taste. So damn good.
I groan and suck the lobe of her ear into my mouth and grin when she squirms against me, the heat of her center pressed against my hardness.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Beau,” she pants.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go to my room. I need…”
“What? What do you need?”
“You.”
I smile widely, loving her answer more than words can say. So I decide words aren’t needed. It’s time to act. “You already have me. In fact, I’ve been yours for a long time.”
“Prove it.”
Keeping her in my arms, I walk us through the living room and down the hall. The entire time she places soft, short kisses all over my face and neck and I do my best not to allow my knees to buckle and slam us into a wall or worse, drop her.
I cross the threshold into her bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her.
“I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago,” I take a deep breath, eyes on her, “I love you.”
“What?” she breathes, and I know that she knows I mean it in a different way than the way I’ve said it to her before.
“I. Love. You. Do you hear me? I’m in love with you.”
“You’re in love with me?”
“Most definitely. Have been for a long while now. I should have told you a long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you?” she challenges.
I stare at her long and hard, waiting for her to say the words I need to hear. “You think I’m in love with you, too?”
I don’t say anything, leaning up and planting a kiss on her lips. Soft at first. Barely a whisper. The slightest of touch of my lips to hers.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Oh, holy crap. Those three words are almost as sexy as hearing him say he loves me.”
“What?”
“What, what?”
“What words are sexy?”
“Sorry?”
“Addy. You just said something I said was sexy.”
“No I didn’t.”
She did. She totally did but clearly she didn’t mean to say it out loud. I don’t want to put her in a position that makes her feel uncomfortable so instead of pushing it, I move on.
“Let’s try this instead. I couldn’t…” I close my eyes tightly. Taking my time with her is a battle I’m losing but am determined to win.
“Couldn’t what?”
“As much as I wanted to take you against the door, and about a thousand other times before this right here, I couldn’t take you and make you mine until you knew how I felt. And how I feel is that I’m in love with you, and I hope to God I’ve been reading all the signs between us right and you’re in love with me, too.”
“I do. I love you.”
“You love me,” I confirm, voice full of awe.
“Duh,” she teases, rolling her eyes.
“You love me,” I repeat again because I need to hear her say the words.
“You love me,” she counters with her chin lifted.
“So much I can rarely think of anything else,” I admit.
Her smile is wide and almost comical. She breathes out a sob and covers her mouth to hide her emotions. “Me, too.”
“I love you and you love me and that means something to me, honey. Not just the kind of love that we’ve shared since I beat up that