Both of us seemed to want to make it go forever, but gravity was its own master, no matter how strong his thighs and shoulders were.
And dear God, they were strong.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my fingers streaking through his hair as I held him against my neck. “Let go, Atticus.”
His breath came faster and his thrusts came faster.
I wanted it. Just to give this to him.
He pressed his forehead into my shoulder as he pulled me down the barest inch until he was even deeper and then his head flung back as he came.
The growl almost choking him. The veins of his neck stood out and his muscles locked. Magnificent in that moment where he actually unfurled for me. My name a broken breath as he gasped and collapsed against the wall again, knocking the breath out of me.
But with the breath was a laugh as I stared at the sun streaked ceiling.
I love you.
The words were there—practically blooming off my tongue—and Iwantedto say them. I wanted to gift them to him, but I wasn’t sure he’d see it that way.
Would I scare the crap out of him just by saying it?
But I mouthed them against his skin.
And held him.
It seemed like neither of us wanted to let go.
TWENTY-TWO
Dutch
My brain literally went offline.That was what she did to me.
Sharing my novel while I was fucking her short-circuited something else, rerouting the synapses to make it a pleasure instead of a terror. To feel every bit of her body wrapping around me from inside out leaving me hollowed out until there was no choice other than to let her inside.
Now, I wanted to offer more. But I didn’t want to be a burden either.
That she knew so much left me naked in a way I’d never been.
“Hold onto me.”
She did, but it was a dead weight. Thankful for all the rowing and kettle bells I’d been training with, I held onto her as I left my office and down the few feet to my room. I settled her on my bed, retreating to my bathroom to strip off the rest of my clothes and grabbed a washcloth for her.
She was stretched out on the bottom of my bed, her arms above her head with a soft look on her face. I sat beside her to stroke the warm cloth over her, washing away the sweat and mycome that slicked her thighs. I lowered my mouth to her nipple and lightly drew on it until the tip tightened.
“I’m sorry. I left you hanging.”
She sifted her fingers through my hair. “I like feeling you come apart for me. Sometimes I’m so overwhelmed with you that I can’t take it all in.”
I sucked a little harder until her back arched and a little moan purred through her. “Like this?”
She hummed out a sigh. “Maybe.”
I cupped her other breast, dragging the flat of my thumb across the tip until she was as tight as the one under my tongue.
“It’s okay if it was just you, Dutch.”
I wanted to correct her to Atticus. But I knew she wasn’t quite there yet. It was like a gift when she was so lost to me that the only coherent word was my name over and over.
