When he slammed into her, she cried out as he lifted her and she raised her head up to look at him. “Harder?”
She could only nod, speaking not an option as his mouth turned up in the most sinful way. Taking her mouth with his, he pulled out of her, almost all the way before slamming back into her and repeating each thrust harder, leaving her breathless. She cried out against his mouth, her orgasm rattling her soul, her body clenching his as his nails bit into her hips. Soon he was fucking her so hard, her whole body was shaking from his thunder-like thrusts. The smacking sound from her ass hitting his thighs was almost as loud as her heartbeat, but the best sound was the three words he growled in her ear.
“I love you,” he said roughly in her ear as he thrust one last time, a harsh moan leaving his lips. “So fucking much.”
Letting her ankles go, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as his cock pulsated inside her, filling her. He took a few steps back and then sat down, her ass hot against his thighs as he took hold of her face and kissed her swollen lips. Threading his fingers in her hair, he squeezed a fistful of her hair as he deepened the kiss and her belly fluttered with desire for him.
With love.
Pulling away only a breath, he kissed her lips once more before she opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were full of such tenderness, such need, it left her fighting for her next breath. Reaching up, her fingers traced his lips and she couldn’t feel anything but utter completion. Before, when he’d been gone, waves of missing him and yearning for him would drown her. But now, she was drowning in her love for him.
He was really there.
He was really hers.
And nothing could take him away from her.
Not even him.
She is finally mine, Jordie thought as he watched Kacey dress. His body was still shaking with the aftershocks of their amazing lovemaking but also with the deep-down, life-altering connection he had with her. Sitting on his bed, he couldn’t believe it. When she said it was too good to be true, she wasn’t lying. They just fit. It was like they went right back to how they were. Except now, he wasn’t denying his feelings. No, he wanted to scream them, not only at her but also to the world. He was with the girl of his dreams. His everything.
He still worried though. What if he relapsed and hurt her all over again?
No. He couldn’t think that way.
This would work. They were meant to be.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she called from the bathroom. “This was your idea, mind you.”
He smiled. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“You. Us.”
“Good things?” she asked, putting her hair up in a little ponytail before turning the water on.
“I just want this to work.”
She looked over at him and asked, “Is there a reason it wouldn’t?”
He shrugged. “I could fuck up again.”
She nodded. “But you could not.”
He smiled, hopeful. “True. Hoping I don’t.”
“Me too. I’m invested, remember?” she said with a grin, but her eyes were serious.
“Me too, Kace,” he promised before standing up and grabbing his phone off the dresser.
As he opened his Facebook app, she said, “Then we are good.”
He grinned as he sat back down, praying to sweet baby Jesus she was right while he typed her name in. But before he could ask for her to be friends, she was there, pushing his hands apart and climbing into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. Threading her fingers through the hair on his jaw, she smiled as she met his gaze.
“Do you know what I love about you?” she asked, her thumbs grazing his bottom lip.
“Everything?” he teased and her grin grew.
“Well, duh,” she laughed. “But I love your drive, your tenacity. You won’t give up on anything.”