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Pulling her against me, I kissed her deeply and something fierce rose in me. I savored every last inch of skin touching skin. We tumbled into bed, wrapped around each other and when I finally hovered over her, I realized I was smiling. Finding her hands, I laced my fingers through hers and began to roll my hips against hers, my cock rubbing at her soft, slick entrance.
A roar of pleasure went through me as I pushed in but something softer and infinitely more intense kept pace with it. I fell into that intensity, my body moving in a strange and heavy rhythm as the satisfaction coursing through me kept rising.
I’d never had sex like this, never been so slow and intimate, chasing something I couldn’t quite define. But I felt connected to Lia in a way that I’d never been connected to anyone — I neverknewI could connect to anyone like this.
And when we kissed, something sparked deep inside of me.
Pulling back, I gazed at Lia and knew she felt it too. When we found our release, it was almost at the same time and I'd never felt so sated in my entire life. It went deeper than the physical or emotional or anything. Lia was wrapped around my goddamn being.
She was my fucking heart and soul.
When we finally came down from our highs and rolled apart, lying and facing each other, my hands on her back with Lia’s at my heart, I kissed her deep and slow, in a way that shook me to my core.
Breaking apart, I smiled at Lia and my hand found her face. She pressed a hand over mine and smiled back. Her hazel eyes shone and protectiveness rose in me. I wanted her to look this happy and satisfied for the rest of her life.
I wanted to be the one to protect her heart.
“Lia,” I said, and she nodded. “I love you.” This close, I saw her eyes dilate, heard the intake of breath and felt how she trembled in surprise. “I mean it. Ifuckinglove you. I’m so wild for you — Ican’t even see straight.” Leaning in, I kissed her and then pushed her onto her back. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“Ty,” she said and her hands found my face. “I-I love you too. I think I’ve been in love with you this whole time.” Her smile suddenly warped, and her eyes overflowed with tears. “Oh, no.” Her hands fell back to her face and I sat up more, hovering over her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” I murmured and ran a hand over her collarbone. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Lia shook her head and rolled into me, whimpering.
Instead of urging her to tell me what was wrong, I simply wrapped my arms around her, holding her while she wept.
I vowed to fix whatever the hell had made her cry.
We had all the time in the world to figure this out, loving each other in the meantime.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Lia
Why is life so fucking unfair?
Held against Ty’s chest, inhaling his familiar scent and listening to him breathe, feeling the stroke of his hand over my hair, I couldn’t help but think things would be so much easier if it wasn’t true.
But I believed him. He did love me.
And I loved him.
I sought out his mouth, needing something to distract me from those irrevocable facts, to hold off the horror of the future and past. Again, Ty kissed me soft and slow, savoring me with each touch. He’d never held back in giving me pleasure but hehadheld back any kind of affection or deeper intimacy.
Now, he had revealed all of himself and I kissed him harder to try and forget.
Are you sure that Ty did it?whispered a voice in the back of my head as Ty left lingering kisses on my neck.If you are, how can you let him kiss you like this?
The ice-cold conviction that had carried me from Boston, that had left me walking out of that meeting with Hendrix feeling as though I was finally doing the right thing for once in my life, and the sureness that Mickey was right about Ty — that I’d been used by a monster — was now cast in doubt. I no longer felt sure about anything except the desperate need I had for Ty to keep kissing me, for him to hold me against his body and wring out mind-obliterating bliss from my own.
I had always wanted to find my soulmate. I had believed in them with secret fervor despite my parent’s terrible marriage and divorce. I’d wanted to have someone to rely on, to call my own, to look out for me and to believe in me. I wanted someone to cherish me and support my pursuit of art, then, later, to start a family with.
I’d found him, and fate cruelly made him the monster that had taken my mother from me.
The next morning found me hollow-eyed in the bathroom, unable to believe how late I'd slept and wondering why I had thrown up again. I'd barely had anything to eat the night before,and I wondered if I was getting sick or if it had to do with how difficult, near impossible, it had been to sleep next to Ty. He’d slept deeply and peacefully while I'd laid next to him, my eyes wide and staring into the darkness, turning over all of the memories of that day, arguing myself in circles.
Finally, sometime around three a.m., I'd fallen asleep. It was now pushing noon, and Ty would be home in less than four hours. He'd left me a note saying that we were going out tonight and to be ready to leave by four.
