Page 73 of Someone You Deserve

“Penn?”

I look back over at Astrid, concern etched on her face. And then I wonder what my face must look like right now. “Sorry, I just…”

“I know.” She fiddles with the bottom of her shirt but keeps her eyes locked on mine. “We can stop…”

“Fuck no,” I declare, closing the distance between us and framing her face in my hands before kissing her again.

We might have our ghosts, but there’s also the spirit of something new, something meant to be, something that we’ve been fighting for so long that it’s finally developing into an energy that is overwhelming us both.

I lift Astrid’s shirt from her body, finding her in a pink lace bra, the fabric so sheer I can see her nipples through it.

“I found something a little sexier than last time,” she says, a shy smile on her face.

“You wore this for me?” She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. “Fuck. You know you don’t need this, right? That I think you’re so fucking sexy in anything…”

She runs her fingernails through the hair at my nape. “I know thatnow.”

I back us up to the bed and then reach down to untie the drawstring on her pants, watching them fall to the ground to reveal matching pink lace underwear.

Jesus Christ. She’s stunning. Perfect.

And right now, she’s all fucking mine.

Astrid reaches for the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up my torso so I can pull it off. And then she leans forward and presses her mouth to my stomach, kissing my abs, licking between the muscles.

“Fuck, baby.”

“I love your body, Penn.”

I pull her up to look into her eyes. “Not as much as I love yours.”

Our lips meet again, and Astrid pops the button on my jeans, shoving them down so I can step out of them. And then we tumble to the bed, taking our time exploring each other with our hands since we didn’t get to do much of that the other night.

When she dips her hand below the waistband of my boxer briefs and wraps her fingers around my cock, I nearly come apart.

“Fuck, Astrid.”

“I want you inside of me. Now.”

I lean down and press a kiss to each of her breasts still covered by the lace, reaching behind her to unhook the clasp before peeling the bra from her body and tossing it to the floor. She slides her underwear down her legs as I do the same and then I rest my body between her legs, cupping her face with my hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. For years, I’ve just wanted you to know that, to be able to say that to you.”

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine as she draws in a shaky breath. “Fuck me, Penn. Please.” She pulls me down to her andclaws at my back, shifting the tender moment between us to a carnal one in an instant. I can feel her desperation. Hell, I’ve felt the same way. I haven’t been with a woman since we kissed three years ago. It’s like my heart and body knew she was it for me in that moment.

And now I know for certain that it’s true.

I run the tip of my cock through her slit, coating myself in her arousal. She’s fucking drenched already, needy and desperate for me. In one smooth motion, I slide in.

“Oh God!” she moans a little too loudly. “Shit. God, you feel so good.”

“Shhh. You don’t want to wake the kids,” I whisper in her ear as I start moving my hips.

“I know, but…”

I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as I thrust harder and deeper, shaking the bed and showing her how much I fucking want her, how crazy she makes me, how now that we’ve crossed this line, there’s no way I’m going back.

When I release my mouth from hers, she sucks in a breath. “Oh God…” Her eyes are closed and her head is turned to the side, but she looks so fucking perfect—coming apart at the seams because of me. I drop my mouth to her exposed neck, kissing and licking her there, feeling her shudder in my arms.

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