Page 57 of Take the Leap

Not just sex. Or even companionship. She made me want a future.

I leaned down and kissed her again. This time, I took my time.

I brushed my lips over hers, then along her jaw and down her neck, smiling when she shivered beneath me. Her fingers slipped into my hair.

“Greyson…”

“I’ve got you.”

And I did. I wanted to take care of her. To make her feel wanted and show her with every touch that she mattered. I couldn’t take back the things I’d said, but I could make damn sure she never had reason to question how much she meant to me again.

She tugged at my shirt, and I pulled back long enough to remove it. Her hands moved over my chest, and the look in her eyes made my pulse race.

The rest of our clothes followed, tossed onto the floor. I’d put my box of condoms on the nightstand, hopeful to have her in my bed again, and she grabbed one, her eyes gleaming with desire as she rolled it onto me.

I settled on top of her, pushing inside with a groan, and it felt different from every other time. Not because the desire was any less intense. Hell, I wanted her so badly it almost hurt.

But there was something else beneath it now. Something steady and certain.

Love.

I held her close, listening to the little sounds she made as we moved together, and I kissed her every chance I got. I’d never get tired of this.

It was unhurried this time, as if we both wanted to savor it. My hands cupped her breasts, and her heels dug into my ass as she pulled me closer. She was just as hot and wet as always, and when I reached between us to rub her clit, her pussy clenched in a way that made me see stars.

We reached our climaxes together, clinging to each other as our moans filled the room. I buried my face against her neck and held on tight.

For a long time afterward, neither of us spoke.

We just lay tangled together, breathing slowly. For the first time, I felt complete.

I pulled out and got rid of the condom quickly, eager to get back to the bed. Heather was lying on her stomach beside me, her head resting on her folded arms. I laid beside her, tracing lazy circles over her bare shoulder.

“You know,” she said, “I’m going to miss this place.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. The beach. The weather. The food.”