Yes, Justin drove me completely crazy, but when I was with him, I’d never felt more alive.
I sat down on the bed and ran my fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead.
He opened his eyes and blinked.
“Hey.” He sat up. He grinned at me sleepily. “It’s you.”
“It’s me.” Now that I was here, that we were together, all I wanted was him. I wanted him to make me forget about this horrible day, to erase everything that had happened between us, the weirdness that had permeated our interactions ever since we’d gotten to New York.
Only Justin could make me forget that everything I’d been working on with Carter and Dr. Klaxton was probably a sham, and that the people who worked in the field I wanted to go into someday were nothing but a bunch of snobs and jerks.
I kept my eyes on his, willing him to read my thoughts.
His gaze burned into mine, and I watched as intensity flickered in his eyes, growing until it seemed to take over the whole room. He reached up and slid his index finger down over my lips, and then he pulled me down on top of him. His lips were on mine, soft at first, and then hungrier, his tongue pushing into my mouth, taking me.
His hands slid down my body, and I could feel him getting hard through his sweatpants. I pushed my hips into his, loving the feel of him against me. I ran my hands up under his shirt and his chest was taut, hard, smooth. God, he was so beautiful. I felt like crying. I couldn’t believe I’d thought anything was more important than this, than the way I felt right now.
“Wait, wait,” Justin said softly. He grabbed my hands and held them at my sides.
“Shouldn’t we talk about last night? Because all I did was get drunk—“
“No.” I leaned down and kissed him again. “No more talking.”
“Lindsay – ”
“No. Please. No more talking.”
He hesitated, and I knew what he was thinking. He wanted me badly, but he knew things were weird between us, that we needed to talk, to figure things out. But his body overrode his mind and I saw the switch flip inside of him.
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down on the bed, then turned us over so that he was on top of me. My skirt was pushed all the way up now, and he started to grind against me. Heat pulsed through me and settled in between my legs, making me warm and wet. Justin inched my dress down over my shoulders and then kissed the top of my breasts where they swelled out of my bra.
He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and looked into my eyes.
“Lindsay,” he murmured. “God, I want you so bad.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak. My breath was coming in short gasps. I looked at him again and my eyes said everything.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”
He took me in for another long moment, and then his lips were back on mine, his hands tugging my dress down and off. His fingers dipped into my panties, teasing me.
The emotions running through me were like nothing I’d ever felt before, pushing and pulling, but somehow always leading me toward him. I was on fire, my skin charged with electricity.
When we were finally naked, he stopped for a moment, poised on top of me.
He looked at me again, and I was afraid he was going to tell me he couldn’t, that he didn’t want to. But he didn’t.
Instead, he kissed me again. And then he looked into my eyes and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” As I said the words, I realized how true they were. I loved him.
I loved him with everything I had. I didn’t care about the past or the future or the challenges we were going to face. All I knew was that I loved him and in this moment, that was all that mattered.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, and then he was inside of me, moving slowly, just like he’d promised.
It hurt a little, but not necessarily in a bad way. He moved again, rocking slowly, then a little faster. And after a few moments, it started to feel good.
Better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. It wasn’t just physical. It was like my soul needed to feel every part of him, like our bodies were just expressing what we were feeling inside.
He moved faster and faster, his lips never leaving mine, until we were both satisfied.
He pulled me close, holding me against his chest, his body warm against mine.
“I love you,” he whispered again. “I love you so much.”
And in that moment, I believed him with all my heart.
JUSTIN
Lindsay’s head was against my chest as I lay back on the bed, my breathing still coming a little quickly. I sighed, still shocked at how incredible everything had felt—
every touch—every second of it had been more intense than I could have imagined.
She ran her fingers up to my shoulder and gave a contented little moan, and I smiled down at her. I touched her hair, kissed the top of her head. “That was fucking amazing,” I said, and she laughed.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Of course I’m sure. You didn’t think so too?”