Page 20 of Kiss me Forever

“I haven’t lost control like that in . . . I don’t think I’ve ever lost control like that before. You do something to me that turns me into an animal,” I admit.

“I can’t say I’m unhappy about that,” she says as she smiles at me.

“I’m not sure what I think about it,” I tell her. “I don’t like losing control, but I sure as hell like how it feels being inside you.”

She chuckles again. “I like you being inside me. You make me lose my breath along with my brain.”

She moves a bit closer to me and my dick twitches against her leg. She leans back and looks at me with sparkling eyes as she rubs her luscious body against mine. I love that she’s just as insatiable as I am. We’re a match in every aspect of our lives. A relationship is about more than sex, but it’s the one thing you can do with your partner that you don’t do with anyone else so it’s pretty damn important.

“Ready so soon?” she teases.

“I’m always ready when it comes to you,” I tell her.

She presses forward and kisses me, before she pulls back, then jumps from the bed before I can stop her. Panic invades me. She won’t sneak out on me this time. I’ll tie her to the bed if I need to. This thought isn’t unappealing.

“Where are you going?” I demand as I sit up, my erection fully hard and ready to play for a hell of a lot longer tonight.

“I’m sweaty and hot. I’m taking a shower,” she says. She then turns, showing me her fine ass as she runs from the room, her arm up, holding her naked breasts in place as she quickly rushes out of sight.

“A shower is just what we need,” I say, quickly following her. She moves into my bathroom and stops when she sees the shower. She gives me a confused look.

“How in the world do you turn this thing on?” she says looking at the different dials, making me laugh.

“It’s sort of like turning a woman on. You have to hit the right buttons and turn them just right until steam comes out.” This makes her laugh as she beams at me. Damn, I can’t get enough of her.

I sweep her into my arms, then rush into the shower and move a few dials. The water starts, instantly growing hot as we’re sprayed from three different heads, hitting us in all of the right places.

“Oh, this is heaven right here,” she tells me as she turns, showing me her back as the water cascades down her perfect body. “You might never get me out of this shower.” I want to tell her she can move in right now. I certainly don’t want her going anywhere.

The water rinses off the sweat, and then the soap comes out. I slow down this time as my hands glide all over her. I take my time playing with her gorgeous breasts, enjoying how the bubbles play hide and seek. I turn her and run my hands over her perfect ass, sliding my finger up her tight slit and over her heat. She’s shaking as I touch every inch of her before turning her back around and leaning her against the wall before I drop to my knees and lift one of her legs over my shoulder, taking my time as I lean forward and replace my hands with my lips and tongue. She’s flawless, and I rejoice at the perfect taste of her heat.

We spend a lot of time in the shower as I stand, then turn her again as I press her hands against the wall, grip her fine ass, then surge back inside of her, this time slow and steady, making steam rise from our lukewarm shower. I hope this will never end.

By the time we get back to the bed, I’m feeling partially satisfied, though I have a feeling when it comes to this woman, I’ll never have enough. I want her too much, and my appetite’s insatiable with her, and her alone.

She begins drifting to sleep with her head on my chest, my hand rubbing up and down her back and over the curve of her butt. I can see myself falling asleep like this every single night from here on out. The more I’m with her the more I don’t want to let her go.

“Tell me you aren’t busy tomorrow,” I say.

“I could be free,” she mumbles, her voice sleepy, her body relaxed.

“Good, I want you to come to dinner at my mom’s.” Her body stiffens. I keep rubbing her, smiling when she begins to relax again. I’m shocked I want to bring her home. She has no idea what this means to me. She doesn’t know that I’ve only ever brought two women to meet my family, and it’s been a solid ten years since the last time this has happened. I’m moving fast and need to be careful. I don’t want to scare her by telling her.

The thing is, though, that I’ve always been a man of action. When I know what I want, I go for it. When I make a decision, I don’t have doubts. It seems I’ve made the choice to be with her, and though she’s a lot more scared of this than I am, she wants me just as much as I want her. I’m just going to have to prove to her that I’m not the cold man she met last year. More time with me will earn her trust. This is new waters for both of us, but we will navigate them together.

“I don’t know, Magnus, that seems a bit . . . personal,” she says.

“You’ll love my mother, and her cooking might impress you even more than our fantastic sex life does.” I’ve heard many times that the way to a man’s heart is through food and sex. This might apply to Piper as well because she’s a lot more receptive after a great orgasm, and when she eats something she likes, it puts nearly as much pleasure in her eyes as she shows when I sink deep inside of her.

This makes her chuckle which is what I was hoping for. “I’m not sure anything can impress me more than sex with you. I do have to admit true Italian food is something I don’t ever get.”

I love that she’s already caving, that she’ll do this with me. It’s odd how serious I am about her, but I’m done analyzing it. A month ago, I would’ve laughed had anyone told me I’d meet a woman I didn’t want to let go of, a woman I wanted my mother to meet. But here I am, and I don’t want to let her go. I can’t see that changing anytime soon . . . if ever.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning. My brain’s too fried to make smart decisions tonight,” she finally says.

“Maybe I’ll wake you up at three in the morning and get you to promise to come with me as my head’s between your thighs,” I warn.

A shiver runs through her and I’m tempted to sink back into her right now. I know that she needs rest, though. I lean back and smile as her breathing deepens, and she snuggles even closer to me in her sleep. She’ll come tomorrow because she’s mine. She can’t pull away from me any more than I can pull away from her. It’s like we’ve been lost souls that have finally found each other.

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