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I smile. It’s the first time she’s called me that and it sounds great. “Sure?”

“Positive. I feel like I’ve been waiting so long already.”

“Hmm… me too.” She takes a deep breath and I move my right hand, cupping her face as I stroke her cheek with my thumb, leaning in closer. “Relax, Ella.” She nods her head, and I push inside her, swallowing her cry with a kiss.

I wait, buried as deep as I can go, my lips caressing hers, until she lets out a long sigh, raising her hips just slightly off of the bed. I guess that means she’s okay now, and I lean back up, pulling almost all the way out of her, before I edge back in, taking my time, savouring every second. Within moments, she’s matched my rhythm, our bodies writhing in perfect harmony.

There’s something new about this. Just like her kisses, I’m aware that it’s never felt like this before, and I know – deep down – it’s not just because she’s so tight, she’s gripping my cock, pulling me into her. It’s not just because she’s gazing up at me, her lips slightly open. Nor is it because her body is divine, yielding beneath me, her soft moans driving me crazy.

It’s because I’m in love with her.

Chapter Seven

Ella

Would it ruin everything if I told him I love him?

We’ve only known each other a few weeks, and he’d probably think I’m mad. Hell… sometimes even I think I’m mad. Let’s face it, when we first met, we didn’t exactly hit it off, did we? We bickered and fought and antagonized each other… endlessly.

But over the last few weeks, that’s all changed. It’s changed so much that when he said he wanted to kiss me, I had to offer as much encouragement as I could. The kiss itself was everything I could have hoped for. It was magical and intense, romantic and passionate. I was carried away on a sea of need, and I whispered his name, wanting more, I think. That was when he asked me to call him ‘Mac’. I know he’d already told me that all his friends call him that, but there was something about the way he said it… like it mattered to him, and I decided there and then, there’s no way I’m going to call him ‘Blake’ anymore. I didn’t tell him that, of course, but when we started kissing again, I put my hands on his face, letting my fingers twist back into his hair… in the hope he’d realize how seriously I was taking this… and him.

Of course, the takeout had to arrive not long after that, interrupting us, but I needed to let him know I didn’t welcomethe interruption… just in case he decided against picking things up again.

And it seems he got the message.

Had I expected all this, though?

Had I thought he’d look into my eyes and tell me I could change my mind? I had no intention of doing so, but he was so considerate… so caring, it took my breath away. That had to mean something, didn’t it?

Had I thought my heart would become his… just like my body? I suppose I should have guessed. I was half-way to falling in love with him already. If I hadn’t been, I’d never have let things go as far as they did. But that feeling… that wondrous, heavenly feeling of being his and his alone… that was beyond my wildest expectations. It made me realize he’s not just the right man. He’s the only man.

He’s moving so gently inside me, and I’m grateful for that. I moan, raising my hips a little higher, wanting more of him. It may have hurt to start with, but now it feels sublime.

“You feel so good.” His voice seems deeper than usual and I smile up at him, raising my hands and caressing his taut biceps, before moving them up and over his shoulders and then down his back, letting them come to rest on his perfect ass. His eyes widen as I pull him into me, enjoying the way he stretches me with every stroke, and he sucks in a breath. “Are you trying to make me come?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

I pull him in again… a little harder this time.

“I—It feels like it.”

He closes his eyes, groaning a little louder. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, and because I don’t want this to end yet, I let my hands drop to my sides.

His eyes pop open, and he smiles. “Wise move.”

“Was it?”

He nods his head. “That felt amazing, but I was struggling to hold on.”

He reaches down, taking my hands in his, one at a time, and brings them up beside my head, pinning them there. That feels good, and I can’t help sighing and parting my legs a little wider.

He smiles. “My turn now.”

“Your turn to what?”

He bends his head, his mouth right beside my ear. “To make you come.” I shudder and, holding my hands in place, while keeping up a slightly faster pace, he traces a line of kisses from my ear, along my jaw and down my neck, across the top of my breasts and finally, to my right nipple, which he licks and then bites, oh so gently. That seems to be all it takes, and I feel that familiar quivering deep inside me, bucking against him as my orgasm takes hold and rocks through me. I keep my eyes open long enough to see his expression change, his eyes closing and a look of perfect ecstasy crossing his face as he swells inside me. His howls and my screams mingle, the noise filling the room. Just when I think it’s all too much, my pleasure ratchets up another notch and I lose control. Nothing exists but what he’s doing to me… how it makes me feel… and I let it take me, and consume me, until eventually, it fades and I realize my hands are no longer trapped, and Mac’s arms are tight around me.

The words, ‘I love you’ are poised on my lips and, even though I’m breathless, I open my mouth to say them, just as he whispers, “Stay? Please?”

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