Page 207 of On the Breakaway

Immediately, she climbs halfway on top of me like she’s worried I’ll try escaping again. Her cheek presses against me, and I wrap an arm around her automatically.

She groans in annoyance, and I lean down to kiss her forehead.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Chaos?”

She tilts her head up to look at me, glaring. “I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Oh, really?”

“No. I am mad at you.” Avery reaches up and traces her thumb across the bruise on my jaw, then she leans forward and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You outed us to our friends without talking to me. That’s not okay.”

My grip tightens around her. “You’re right.”

“I’m furious.” Another kiss along my jaw.

“Uh-huh.” I swallow.

“And you told them about Damon.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

My head bends toward her to kiss her, but she pulls back and smiles.

I bite my lower lip. “You’re right, Chaos.”

She leans forward, kissing my neck. “And you got in a fight when you shouldn’t have.” She trails another kiss further up my neck. “I’m so angry.”

“You should be,” I say, trying again to find her lips, but she doesn’t let me. “You’re right.”

Her eyes glint as she sits up further, now straddling me as my hands shift to her hips. “Say it again.”

I roll my eyes, then immediately freeze when she pulls the shirt off over her head. “You’re right.”

A smile stretches across her face, but she shakes her head. “The other thing.”

My face mirrors hers.

“I love you,” I say, the words coming easier every time I say them out loud.

“I’m so mad at you,” she says, digging her fingernails in as she drags them down my chest.

“And I love you.”

“I’m absolutely livid.”

She shifts to slide her panties off one leg at a time, and my cock might’ve already been hard, but now it’s practically painful as it strains against my boxers.

“And I love you.”

“Just irate.” She slides my boxers down my legs.

“And I love you,” I growl when she wraps her hands around my length, tugging just enough to make me desperate.

“You love me,” she says, stroking me again.

I nod my head, a whimper slipping from between my lips.

“I love you, too,” she says, shifting up and lining herself up with my cock, before sliding down torturously slow onto me.

I’ve never loved hearing those three words more in my life, my entire body thrumming at the way they fall off her lips.