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Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I nodded frantically against the sheets. And then he was in me, thrusting so hard I didn’t have time to brace myself. He kept thrusting and I scrambled for purchase, fisting the bed covers and pushing back, taking just as hard as he gave.
“You love talking, baby, let’s hear it,” he growled, and I cried louder, gasping his name over and over again. Begging him to take me harder, to make mehis.
“I’m so close, Mal. So c-close.”
“Good. Stop moving those hips. When you come, I want to deserve it.” He punctuated his point by grasping my hips so tightly, I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to.“That’s it,fuckbaby… that’s it.”
Baby.
I loved when he called me princess, butIadoredwhen he called me baby, because I was only baby when he was deep inside me.
His thrusts picked up pace, our skin slapping together hotly. Trapped in his hold, the pressure built quickly, steaming toward the crescendo my body demanded but didn’t want. I needed this to last forever.“Open your legs wider,” he grunted.“I want to see what I’m earning.”
“Jesus… Mal!” As soon as I complied, his fingers were there. All it took were two soft strokes on my clit and I broke apart. Not just coming,shattering. Screaming and shuddering. Back bowing. Knees buckling. Mal’s shout of release was hoarse and so damn masculine. His entire body jerked, arms snapping around my waist and lifting my entire body onto my toes and flush with his chest, he thrust into me over and over again, trying to prolong our pleasure as long as possible.
“Holy crap, what the hell just happened?” I half laughed. Seemingly incapable of words, he held me tighter, his nose buried deep into my tangled curls. What felt like a lifetime later, he pulled out and flipped us around, sitting on the bed to pull my body into his lap. His trousers were around his ankles, shirt still fully buttoned. I fingered the collar, smiling lazily.
His hand touched my cheek, tipping my head back to meet my eye.“It wasn’t too much?”
“It couldn’t have been more perfect,” I assured him, and a smile split his face in half. Then he pressed a sweet kiss to my lips and curled a hand around the nape of my neck.
“April, I want to date you.” The words came in such a rush it took a moment for me to compute. He swallowed tightly, shifting beneath me, wide open and vulnerable.“What I mean to say is… I would like to keep spending time with you—while you’re here. As much as you’ll allow.”
My thumb brushed one of the buttons on his shirt, just beneath the golden little hollow of his throat.“You want to be my boyfriend?” A groove deepened between his brows. He looked as though he were trying to translate a language he’d never heard before. And then, so slightly someone less attuned to his every move might have missed it, he nodded. I felt shyer than I’d ever been when I answered.“I’d really like that.”
27
MAL
Perfect Places – Lorde
Expecting to find April curled up cosily beneath the bed sheets, my eyes bounced several times around her bedroom before finding her. On her hands and knees with a stack of books, she’d shed the tiny pyjamas we’d made filthy and wore a long graphic T-shirt and nothing else. Bent over the way she was, I got an excellent view of thenothing else.“What are you doing?” I set the glass of water and ice cream I’d dug out of the freezer on the side table.
“Getting an answer once and for all.” She lined several more books up on the floor until they formed a long oblong shape and took a step back to regard her handiwork. I’d never seen so many scantily clad women and rippling chests staring back at me.
When she stepped into the outline and laid down on her back, holding her hand out to me, I laughed throatily, finally getting it.“This is the door from titanic?”
“Yep.” She grinned cheekily and her fingers curled, beckoning me. I followed—of courseI followed. Lying on April’s childhood bedroom floor, I eagerly let her order me into any position she pleased. Her head by my feet. Face-to-face. My front to her back. It was ridiculous and I grunted my way through every transition, nervous to reveal exactly how happy this made me. I felt like the Grinch, my heart doubling and then tripling in size until my chest contained no room for anything but this—her.
Click.
When she climbed astride me, dragging her lovely hands up my chest, I couldn’t take anymore.“Your ice cream is going to melt,” I warned.
She considered for perhaps half a second, then leapt to her feet with a“screw Jack,” and immediately started on the chocolate ice cream. I pulled the bed covers back, ushering her in until she settled in the very centre with Boy and Dudley at her feet.
Click.
I knew what I was doing. Saving all these little moments with her like shells collected at the beach. An April album for my mind to flip over when she was gone, proof that I was happy, if only for a short time. My heart strummed so fiercely I had the strongest urge to reach up and soothe the spot. I moved to her small television instead, starting up whatever movie she had in the DVD player.When Harry Met Sally.
“I love this movie,” she mumbled around her spoon.
“I’ve never seen it,” I said, turning back.
“Blasphemy!” Despite her outrage, she tucked herself close when I climbed in beside her, settling my arm around her the way I had the last time I was in her bed. The movie began and we ate in silence, her bringing the spoon to my lips once for every two bites she took. I didn’t see a single minute because I couldn’t stop looking at her.Is this what contentment feels like?I wondered. Feeling excited and comfortable. Treasured and so damn safe. Ifthiswasn’t it, I didn’t know what was.
