“Yes, I’m good. It just burns a little—but it’s good. Don’t hold back.” She tilted her hips up, and on instinct I could no longer deny, I plunged into her.
For a moment, I couldn’t think of anything exceptOh. My. God.The sensation was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt in my life. Tight, slippery heat surrounded me, and I never wanted it to end.
Then Ali hooked her legs around my hips, trying to bring me even closer. “Flynn, more. It feels so good.”
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” I clenched my jaw.
“You’re not going to hurt me. Please. Faster.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I stroked into her, moving with more force and intent. Ali’s breath began to quicken, and I could feel how close I was to the edge. “Ali, babe, I’m going to come. I’m sorry, I can’t hold back anymore. God, I’m going to come.” I pushed into her one last time and then my entire body was quivering as I came, harder than I ever had.
I knew Ali hadn’t come again, and once I could breathe, I slipped my hand between us and found her clit. Pulsing in and out of her in shallow thrusts, I pressed my fingers to her in tight circles until she cried out my name as her body convulsed around me. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt.
I fell onto the blanket next to her, pulling her to the side with me. “God, Ali, I love you.” I stroked her hair back. “Are you okay?”
“I am so far beyond okay that it should probably be illegal.” She grinned at me with sleepy eyes. “Thank you, Flynn.”
“You’rethankingme?” I snorted. “Ali, you blow my mind. I can’t believe we did this. It was . . . amazing.”
“Do you think it’s always this way? I mean, you and I don’t have any comparisons.”
“Does it matter? I don’t want any comparisons. I only want you.”
Ali framed my face with her hands. “Now and forever.” She pulled my lips down to cover hers, and I was lost again.
We’d had a little over a year together after the first night, and we’d made love countless times. But that night never left my mind, and wherever I was in the world, if the air had a certain softness and the scent of lilacs, I was transported back to a river bank in Georgia.
“Oh, my God, Ali, that was fabulous.” I leaned back in my chair, stretching. “When did you become such a great cook?”
She laughed. “It happens when you’re the one doing it all. I’m glad you enjoyed the chicken, though. It was one of my mother’s recipes. One of her favorites.”
I watched as she moved across the kitchen, carrying plates to the sink. I’d asked her to wear the same dress that she’d worn to The Road Block two weeks ago, and now I was cursing myself, because seeing her ass moving under the flowered cotton was about to kill me.
She returned to the table and leaned her hands down, pressing her arms against her sides and throwing her tits into prominence. When she bent at the waist to look me in the eye, I could see down the low-cut neckline to the tops of her luscious boobs. I couldn’t look away.
“Flynn?” Ali was speaking to me, a smile playing around her lips and one eyebrow quirked at me. “I said, do you want dessert now, or later?”
I raised my eyes to hers with no small effort. “If you’re dessert, I want it now.”
She cocked her head. “I made chocolate cake.”
I reached for her hand and laced our fingers together. “You now, chocolate cake later.”
“That sounds like a good plan.” Ali moved around the table to stand next to me. She bit the corner of her lip, and I felt some of my earlier nerves coming back.
“Hey.” I traced her mouth with my finger. “It’s just me. Are you freaking out?”
She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. “I am. I know it’s crazy, but I’m nervous. All week, I couldn’t wait for tonight. I’ve been so . . . so damned keyed up, wanting you, but now that you’re here in person, I’m second-guessing everything.”
“Come here.” I pulled her down onto my lap. “Ali, it’s me. It’s us. We lost our virginity together. Or rather, we gave it to each other.”
“I know.” She toyed with the collar of my shirt, and the slightest brush of her fingers against my skin was setting me on fire. “But since then . . . a lot has happened. A lot has changed.”
“The important things haven’t changed.” I hadn’t planned to say this yet. I didn’t want to ruin anything by jumping the gun. But maybe it was essential to say it first. “Ali, I love you. I’ve loved you since we were fourteen, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to love you until I’m a hundred and fourteen. Probably longer. So no matter what’s happened or changed in the last nine years, that hasn’t. And it won’t.”
“Flynn.” Ali pressed her forehead against mine. “I want to tell you I feel the same way. I do. But I’m still so afraid.”
“Don’t be afraid. I was an idiot to leave you before, and I’m not going to do it again.”
