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“Tell me, love.”
My reasoning was more than words, more than anything I could ever express. August was like home. Warmth. A memory of happier times. He represented my naivety and innocence. A place where I’d never have to have my guard up. A place where I knew I wouldn’t be judged for anything I did. “Because when I see you, I feel settled. I feel…safe. I want to marry you because I want to start a family with you. I want to grow old with you, August. I want to travel and see the world with you. I want to go to the beach with you and plant roses with you and go to amusement parks. I want to sit by a fire with you and hold your hand. I want to fight with you and laugh with you and live with you.”
We stared at each other in silence. He was shirtless and full of tension, the dips of his abs flexing as he processed my words. The way he looked at me made me feel like nothing else in the world existed. August had always craved validation. He needed it like air, and I wanted him to know exactly where I stood.
I continued. “I want to marry you because you remind me of my family,” I said. “We had our ups and downs. But the truth is, you’re my best friend. This is what we are. You’re the person I’ve always longed for. When I feel like I’m losing control and death is creeping up on me and darkness is surrounding me, you light the way. I want to marry you because you give me life, August.”
I could see the tears in his eyes when he reached out to me. He wrapped me in his arms. “I want to marry you for many reasons,” he said. “When I say that I want to marry you, I’m saying I want to marry you for you. Not the girl I knew back then. Not the fighter you’ve become. You. All of you. Every last bit of the things that make you who you are.” He kissed me, his hands cupping my face. “I want to marry you because you make me happy. Because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. I want to marry you because when I kiss you, I feel my soul shift. I feel a calmness, a peace that hasn’t been there for a very long time. Like I’ve found a part of me that was lost. You make me feel stronger than I’ve ever been. Stronger than I’ve ever thought I could be. You pull out the best in me. You make me a better person—a better man.” He wiped the tears from my eyes. “I want to marry you because you’re my everything.”
I drank in the sight of him, looking at his bare chest, his sharp jawline covered in dark stubble making him look rugged, so sexy. We stared at one another for a long moment, processing our declarations. Then, he leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against mine with a featherlight touch. I could feel his body shake against my chest as he held me, but that was all I felt. His body shook, but he didn’t move. He didn’t kiss me. He just hovered, transfixed.
I moved my hands to the back of his neck, pulling his face closer. I made my lips open, forcing the wall between us to dissolve into nothingness. He grabbed my waist while I pulled him closer, kissing him like no one else existed.
I kissed him.
I kissed him voraciously. Lovingly. Fiercely.
He kissed me back and it was fire and passion. It was the two of us in a bubble, the old and the new, mixing together so seamlessly. I moaned and fisted his hair, making the kiss deeper. He pressed me to the thin mattress, running his hands down my back until they landed on my ass. He squeezed and I whimpered, arching my back to give him better access.
“I love you,” he said before pulling away and looking down at me. He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, “I love you, and I feel like I don’t deserve you. I can’t have a relationship unless I know you forgive me,” he said between kisses. “I need to know you’re with me, Christine. I need to know you trust me.”
I kissed him again. “Forgive you? For what?”
“For not chasing after you. For not being the man you deserve.”
“I wished you would see yourself the way I see you,” I replied. “I trust you. I love you.” He continued kissing me, pressing me into the mattress. His kisses were desperate and hungry. “There’s nothing to forgive, August. We can’t change the past.” I brought my hands to his cheeks and made his face turn to mine. “I do trust you. With my life.”
He kissed me then, passionately. Our hands were everywhere. We were so eager to touch one another that it made my head spin.
I could feel him getting hard. His erection pressed against my thigh. I rubbed myself against him. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel him, to experience him. I helped him with my shirt, lifting it over my head before he covered my neck with wet, sloppy kisses. My heart was racing with anticipation.
August needed to be loved in a way where I was all his. Where there was no questioning. It was unconditional. Even if I shared my heart with others, this with just us was a connection that was insurmountable and true.
August buried his face in my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin, smelling me and claiming me. August’s sweat was a strange combination of musk and pine and something else I couldn’t place. His skin always smelled like it had a hint of expensive cologne, and it made my mouth water.
He grabbed my bra strap, pulling it down my shoulder and exposing me. “I need you. I need this,” he said. “I need to feel you, love. I need to feel you around me.” He continued kissing my neck while he unclasped my bra, his hands shaking. He pulled it off, exposing my breasts. He was so gentle with them, and I sighed at his soothing touch.
He kissed my right breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, tugging it between his lips. I arched my back and he stopped kissing, holding my breast and taking in a deep breath. Then he kissed my nipple again, flicking his tongue across it and making me scream. My body flushed with heat. This was the August I knew. Tender. Sweet.
Once we were both completely naked, he left a trail of kisses down my body and pried open my legs, staring at my pussy like it was God’s gift to man. “Look how pretty you are,” he mused.
“August,” I panted. I wanted him to taste me. To eat me, to drink me. To make me his.
He kissed my inner thigh, flicking his tongue out and making me giggle. “I missed you,” he whispered. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him, splaying my legs open so he had full access. When he kissed the top of my thigh, I growled.
He dragged his tongue across my pussy and tasted me, blowing a hot breath over my wet skin. I shivered and gasped when his mouth made contact with me, his tongue licking me like an ice cream cone. He slid a finger inside me while he sucked on my clit, his other hand on my knee, holding me still. He was relentless.
My body was going wild. I closed my eyes and felt every nerve ending in my body come alive. I could feel him inside me, on me, over me, as if we were one.
He removed his finger, then drove his tongue into me, and I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling hard. He tasted me deep before pulling his tongue out and sucking on my clit, moving his lips and tongue quickly. I felt the pressure building in the pit of my stomach, my hips bucking. He continued sucking and licking before reaching a finger up to my clit and gently rubbing it in a circle.
August then kissed my pussy again, taking in a deep breath as he pressed his tongue against my clit. He licked me, slowly and deliberately. He licked my clit like it was the most delicate thing in the world, and I protested, gripping the sheets and arching my back. “I need…I need…”
“I know, love. I know,” he whispered against my clit before working me harder. Faster.
He licked and sucked, stroked and toyed with me. I could feel his finger working inside me, and it thrilled me to know he could taste how turned on I was. I was so wet and so slippery. I wanted him to feel this, to know what he was doing to me.
I came like a bomb, hard and dangerous, and August kept licking me through every wave of pleasure. I could feel the walls of my pussy pulsing, desire flooding me.
