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He takes his time to fit inside of me, and with every shy thrust, I’m dying for more. He has me shaking by the time he’s gotten his girth all the way in. His breaths are tight like mine. When he kisses me, though, it’s on.
Our bodies wave at each other in sync. No awkwardness from the passage of time, no misses. His every thrust calls to the animal inside of me. Our hot breaths pour over our faces, and he licks the sweat from my lip. I bite him, dying for more of his body to be mine. This isn’t fucking. This is something else. A claiming.
He frames my face with his hands while he stares into my eyes and stops his thrusts. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Before I can respond, he’s at me again. It’s like he’s as lost inside of me as I am in him.
I dig my heels into the bed for purchase and I jut myself up to him. I need more. All of him. He rolls us over, so he’s on his back and I’m on top. Like he knew what I needed of him. Maybe he does.
Everett sits up and holds me against his chest, sealing us together. At that angle, everything hits at once, and I come while we kiss. He devours my every sound before he makes some of his own. His body goes taut, and he gasps, “Let me out.”
I pop off him and take the condom with me when I do.
He gasps, “What—"
But I suck him down into my throat. I want all of him in me. His words become growls as he gets close again. When he comes, I drink him all down, savoring the taste of him. As soon as he’s finished, he pulls me up to him for a deep kiss, and we lay down, still kissing. Hooked on each other, even after all this time.
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Everett
A stream of early morning light peeks through Aria’s curtains to wake me. But I don’t move. Not when she’s breathing so soundly. I’d hate to wake her up, too. She must be dreaming of something good—her full lips curl into a smile that would knock me off my feet if I were standing. How does she do that?
It’s like magic.
Trite, sure, but I don’t care. I am falling for Aria Bueller, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I wouldn’t if I could. In the wake of the waves we created last night, I knew it then. Holding her while she panted in my arms after she sucked me down…damn, I still can’t believe she did that. So fucking sexy. It was like she couldn’t help herself—she needed to know what I tasted like. That wild streak is still in her.
Just thinking about last night makes my cock try to come to life.
Only I can’t. After we finished, we started up again while we cuddled. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she apparently felt the same way. We went two more times, and only stopped because we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The first best night of my life was with her. Now, so was the second. And the second best night of my life had encores. She might be trying to kill me with sex. I might let her. I’d give this girl anything she wanted.
My body. My heart. Anything. Everything.
It’s all too soon to feel this way. Inappropriate. I know that. I’m not crazy. But I also don’t give a shit about things liketoo soonorinappropriate. This is beyond concepts like those. This is bone deep.
The truth is, I felt some of this all those years ago. Back then, it made it easier to leave, because I didn’t understand what I was feeling at the time and it scared the hell out of me. The idea I could find someone for me in Somerset Harbor and never see the world…it terrified me. I thought it meant I’d be trapped in my hometown forever. But the truth is, I can show them the world. There’s no reason to be afraid of being tied down by Aria and Owen when I can give them wings instead.
I don’t know what any of this means for my career. But that’s okay. I’ve found something more important. I’ve found my person.
She looks like an angel and snores like a demon.
It’s not consistent—most of the time, it’s just peaceful deep breathing. But then sporadically, a sound comes out of her nasal cavity that startles the living hell out of me, and each time, I fight laughing. Don’t want to wake my angel.
I am excited to learn everything about her. And him. Favorite foods, colors, all that stuff. Maybe we can get a dog—I’m getting ahead of myself. Way ahead, in fact. Not sure how much I care about that, though.
When you find your person, you want forever to start now.
I never really understood that until now. I’d always thought it was a cliché or something equally mundane. A thing people told themselves to justify developing feelings way too fast, and those feelings were just dressed-up lust. But this isn’t that, and I never should have thumbed my nose at all those people in my past. I was a judgy bastard, and now I’m getting my comeuppance.
I’m happy to eat crow on this one.
Aria takes a sudden deep breath and smiles wider when she sees me next to her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I lean close and give her a gentle kiss. Before I know it, though, she’s on top of me. Between one of our rounds last night, we agreed to be extra careful, considering how Owen was conceived. So, I’m not surprised when she straddles my waist instead of my hips. Safety first.
I grab her ass just to feel her there. Firm. Spankable. We’ll get to that one day, maybe. Whatever she wants.
