“We’ll pick each other.”
She turns her head and we fumble briefly before our mouths connect. Hers, already open and eager, mine already seeking to devour. Our tongues meet and she whimpers. I swallow it.
She’s already shifting, fumbling for my pants, trying to straddle me at the same time.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says raggedly.
“We should wait and make it perfect. Romantic.” But my fingers are already flirting with the hem of her silky shorts and she’s already sucking on the side of my neck.
“This is perfect,” she sighs. “Right here. You and me. Where it all started.”
“Should have been doing this from the beginning,” I grumble. She laughs wildly and lets me slip her shorts to the side.
I tilt my hips and help her push mine down so my erection can spring free. It throbs against my stomach as I stroke between her legs.
“Tell me, Katie. Is it the love confession that got you this wet?”
“Oh god,” she chokes, but she’s laughing as she kisses me. Her hands are on my face. “I’m never letting you go,” she says fiercely. Her eyes are blazing, mismatched brown and blue gleaming darkly under the bright moon.
“So violent, Bailey,” I murmur, teasing her gently. She’s soaking my hand, then slipping against my cock. Her lids flutter as she sighs with pleasure. “I know that’s what really turns you on.”
“It’s you, Tristan.”
Our gazes connect. Electricity shoots up my spine. I push inside her before I mean to, but she’s right there and she’s so wet and swollen and ready andgod, she feels good. An inch in, stretching her, watching her eyes go hazy and heavy. Her body loosens.
“It’s me, is it?”
“All I’ve ever wanted,” she breathes. “Just you.”
Another deliciously tight inch. My heart is swelling inside my chest. The foolish thing can’t seem to stop now that it’s started.
“I am going to make you tell me that every day for the rest of our natural lives.”
She throws her head back and sinks further.
“Put it on his headstone,” she teases.
“All he ever wanted was to be enough for Katie Bailey.”
I finally push all the way in. She melts against me. “And he was,” she breathes. “He definitely was.”
At eleven p.m.,Katie’s on top of me again and my fingers grip her hips so hard that they make indents in her skin and I fucking love those little indents. Part of me hopes they’ll stay that way, little half-moons of ownership, better even than writing my name on her thigh.
The thought makes me feral, makes me flip her.
“How about this?” I ask. I push her legs together, fuck her in thick thrusts that make her arch and claw at the bed.
She can’t make words. I can’t either. She’s fucking soaked and she’s clenching like she’s about to come, and then she does and it’s everything. Three blinding seconds of awe before my groin twists and I empty myself inside her.
I’m slumped against her neck when she says, “Hell yes.”
An hour later, we’re elated and exhausted, and Katie’s teasing me. Her eyes are wicked as her tongue travels up my cock. I’m the one gripping the sheets now.
“Tristan,” she hums.
“Yeah?” I clear my throat.
