Page 66 of Falling for Fury

“Relax, I’m just grabbing a rubber.”

“But… what if you didn’t?” His whole body stills.

“You’re sure?”

“I take the pill, before you, there… well, there was no one for like twelve months. I was tested after Jake… for obvious reasons, and I’m clean.” His body crowds me again, and it slows my heart to a comfortable pace as I babble with self-consciousness.

“I’m clean, too. Are you sure?” His tone and gaze are serious but drenched in affection.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you. Just you.”

His kiss is searing and affectionate, a caress of the soul, and I wrap my legs around him to deepen it. He teases me with his length before inching in slowly, allowing us to adjust. The feel of him is incredible. He continues to pepper me with kisses until he is fully seated and, thrusting slowly, he looks at me.

“Fucking Christ, Ads, you really were made to be mine.”

Our bodies mold and move together, this time with less quick need and rushed desire, but more affection, care, something deeper that feels like it makes our souls intertwine.

Every thrust, every kiss, and every word is like a joining, like hitting a point of no return, and I know that this has to work between us. It just has to.

Because if it doesn’t, I don’t know if my heart will ever recover.

Addison

“What if she hates me?”

“Why would she hate you?” Because I’m me. I shrug. I don’t know how to respond, but I’ve never been so nervous about meeting another person before. Noah’s mom. She is his sun, and he talks about her like she hung the damn thing in the sky. I just really want her to like me.

“Addy, baby, she will love you.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, how could she not? Trust me, Ads. If I do, she will, too.”

Ummm, what’s that now?

I go rigid, my palms now clammy, and I feel the tension sitting between us instantly. Neither of us speaks. Did he just say he loved me?

She will love you.

If I do, she will, too.

What the fuck just happened?

I slowly turn my head to look at Noah. His expression is stark, like he has seen a ghost, pale and stunned as he stares out at the road from the driver’s seat.

We flew into Chicago this morning, rented a car, and are now on our way to his mom’s in Amberfield, a suburban area an hour outside the city. I’ve never been, but I did a nosey Google search and the area is gorgeous, somewhere you’d imagine raising family—safe, homely, and a sense of community. But all that is just noise right now because…

He just… he just said he loved me. Love.

Woah.

He quickly looks to me. His expression is so vulnerable, I want to reassure him. I know I feel it, too. I have felt it since the Rage Cage and have just denied it, telling myself not to get attached. His admission makes those feelings flood my system, and I want to shout it at him, scream it from the rooftops that I love him, too. I just… can’t make the words come out.

“Noah…”

“It’s fine. Anyway, I know you both will get along. Evie, too, she will lo—”

Oh God, he can’t even say the damn word now.

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