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“You’d do that for me?” he asks hopefully.
“Of course. I can’t begin to imagine how you felt all those weeks, watching me go out onto that pitch and then for your worst fear to happen. If the roles were reversed…” My heart aches and my eyes sting just thinking about it. I don’t know who is comforting who anymore but what I do know is that we’reunited. “This is something we can work on together. You and me.”
He nods his smile forming a tight line, emotion in his voice when he leans down and brushes his lips against mine.
“Natasha Borthwick, I think I was meant to fall in love with you.”
“She knows what she’s doing up there,” I laugh, tilting my chin to the sky. “Because you’re right, I don’t think us falling in love is a coincidence at all. I think she made this happen.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Luke
Natasha is sleeping soundly in the bed next to me, with the quietest little snores and her chestnut hair a mess on the pillow; a result of the sensational morning sex we had about an hour ago.
It’s been two weeks since we got back together. Two weeks of bliss, happiness and the best sex of my life with the woman I’m so head over heels in love with.
If you asked me when I agreed to plant-sit for my sister, if I saw myself falling in love with the gorgeous, sassy girl nextdoor, I would have said yeah, because I’m pretty sure I fell in love with her the second I met her and loving her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
If you asked me if I thought she’d love me back, I would have laughed in your face.
She snuggles into my bare chest and lets out a small sigh of contentment when her hand settles onto my chest. Careful not to wake her, I pick up my phone and shoot a quick text to Bridget, checking the plan for later. She replies with a thumbs up, which I’ve come to realise isn’t passive aggressive, she’s just too busy to send full text messages.
No sooner have I put my phone back on the bedside table than Natasha’s alarm goes off. It’s a match day and we stayed at her flat last night so it wouldn’t interfere with her sacred match day rituals. One day, when the time is right, I hope her rituals will continue at our own home together.
“Good morning,” I say when her sleepy hazel eyes meet mine. “It’s been a very good morning so far.” She sits up and changes position so she’s leaning down over me. She kisses me lazily until all the blood in my body, and hers too by the looksof things, heads south and it morphs into hungry desperate panting.
I hope we never lose this desire for one another.
I flip her over, settling between her legs as I pin her hands above her head, both of us still naked, my already hard dick pressing against her. She gasps as I kiss her, her back arching towards me and her hips wriggling, urging me to enter her.
“Again?” I ask, half of me hopeful and the other half knowing she’s as insatiable as I am when we’re naked together. She gives me a wicked smile as I snake a hand between us, still holding her arms above her head with my other. She’s already wet. I moan at the feel of her warmth on my fingers as I push them into her, swallowing her gasps and moans as I coax her slowly towards a release. She grips my erection, stroking me back and forth as my hips involuntarily thrust into her closed fist.
“Tell me what you want, Nat,” I say against her throat as I plant open-mouthed kisses on her pulse points, feeling it thrumming against my lips.
“I want you!” She pants and I rub my thumb against her clit. “Say the words, Nat,” I groan, needing to hear her ask for it.
She cries out as I withdraw my fingers, tightening her grip on me and attempting to pull me closer. When she rubs the tip against her wet heat, I almost give in.
“What do you want, beautiful?”
“I want you inside me. I want to feel you fill me completely. Please, Luke, you’re killing me here,” she begs, and that’s all it takes.
She screams my name as I push my hips forwards, filling her with one hard thrust.
“Luke, yes!” she moans as I drive into her with slow, deep thrusts just the way she likes it.
Dragging her fingers across my back and through my hair, she keeps me close to her, our bodies rubbing together as we move in unison. Kissing becomes impossible as we pick up the pace, both of us chasing a release. Instead, I bring a hand between us, toying with her and driving her closer to the edge.
I can barely hold on, especially when she makes those fucking incredible sounds of pleasure.
“Fuck! Yes! I’m coming!” she cries out as her body reacts to her climax. She trembles and writhes beneath me as I coax her through her orgasm, feeling her clench down around me untilthe last shiver leaves her body. Then my own hits as I push deep inside her with a feral growl, only stopping once I know I’ve filled her, giving her absolutely everything I have, exactly as she requested.
“Oh fuck.” She sighs, then kisses me lazily. It’s more than I can come up with. My brain is a heavily satisfied mush like my heart. Still inside her, I rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing heavily as we come down together.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Natasha
