Sparks light up a path straight from my mouth to my heart. Her hands in my hair make goosebumps rise over my skin. Hands on her waist, the soft skin begging to be gripped beneath my palms. Her weight in my lap is perfect, the weight I’ve known I’ve been missing for months since we left.
How could I ever believe she wasn’t it for me?
I can’t waste anymore time, slipping my tongue over her plump lips, begging for entrance into, what can only be described as, paradise. Her tongue twines with mine when she opens up for me.
Moans pour out of me at the first connection, Tally swallowing each noise as if they’ll sustain her.
She’s everything in this moment.
Fingers tease through my hair, pulling and pushing me closer into the kiss. She’s incredible, as I fall deeper into her mouth. My tongue dances perfectly with Tally’s, slurping on her taste and downing her sounds, taking them straight to my soul.
Things start to get steamy, as my pussy starts to drench with need. Tally’s hips canter over my own, grinding down with the same need I feel down to the marrow of my bones.
My hands slide over her cloth-covered skin, wishing no fabric was in the way of me touching her soft, succulent skin. My fingers dance along her waist line, glossing over the top of her arse. The fleshy globes overflow my palms as I squeeze them, pulling her hips deeper into me.
Water splashes down around me, pulling me back from the moment.
Tally lets out a shocked sound, ripping her lips from mine. I whine, chasing her mouth with my own. I’m not ready for this to end. She laughs and pushes my chest away. I whine like a kicked puppy as I fall away from her, mumbling, “I just want to kiss you.”
She laughs deeper, full bodied as she brushes her fingers over my jaw, lifting my face to the sky. Water splashes across my skin making me finally open my eyes. “It’s raining, Cyrus.”
I frown. “Rain made you stop kissing me?”
She smacks my shoulder and stands up, pulling on my arm to make me join her.
“Stop pouting and get up, dove.”
My gaze snaps to hers.Dove. She called me dove again. She hasn’t called me that sincebefore. My lips stretch into the biggest grin I think I’ve ever been able to give.
“Wow, you stopped pouting real quick.” Tally laughs, circling her arms around my neck once more.
Giddiness overtakes. “Yeah, you called me dove.”
Her eyes sparkle. “Oh, you like being called dove?”
Like I’m a damn dog, I bob my head incessantly.
Her grin slips into a lopsided smirk. Voice stern when she speaks, “Words.”
The command works, making me open my mouth to give her the words we both so desperately need. “Ilovewhen you call me dove.”
Her grin broadens again. “Good girl,dove.” The singular word filters through my blood, drugging my system. My stomach coils tighter, my thighs getting wetter. How can one nickname have me so turned on, that I’m ready to turn into goo?
Rain continues to pour around us, cooling my overheated skin. With her arms wrapped around my neck and mine around her waist, my forehead lands on hers. She’s calling me dove again, she’s in my arms again, she’s kissing me again.She still loves me.
Liquid sunshine soaks into my clothes and hangs off my lashes, as I stare down at the wonder I have the utter luxury of being with.
Chapter Forty-Five
TALLY
Cyrus’s forehead rests against mine, her deep blues shining down on me, clear enough to see all the emotions swimming within them. Love flickers deep, broadcasting it for anyone to see.
The stone appearance hasn’t been anywhere to be seen, since she came back. Since she’s been back, she’s actually allowed her emotions to be broadcasted over her features.
I can see the love radiating from the very pores of her being.
I want to hear her say it again.Needto hear her say it.
