Page 98 of Until I Have You

“No, you can’t, darling.”

I lean my forehead against his shoulder.“Please, Theo.I’d rather have two more months with you than never again.”

His arms tighten around me.

I whisper, “You’re not the only one who is afraid of a broken heart.”

“Why, Abigail?When you’re so young and you could have anyone?”

I lift my mouth to his neck.“They’re not you, Theo.None of them will ever be you.”

Two simple sentences to encapsulate the incredible wealth of feelings I have for him.

Watching him be a father to his daughter is what started it.Then his bad jokes.The humble way with which he’s offered pieces of his story to me, both self-conscious and vulnerable in a way I’ve never known a man to be.

I don’t know any man like him.I want to make him mine.

I plant a kiss to his skin.

Time will heal the wounds.We’ll get by.It will be a beautiful memory.Our time together.“Don’t let anyone take this from us.”

Theo buries his face in my hair, breathes me in.“Abigail Lyons, just promise me it won’t be you who hurts me.When it’s time for this to end, promise it won’t be–”

I wrap my arms around him.“I promise, Theo.I promise I won’t hurt you.”

His soft mouth finds mine, a promise sealed with a kiss.And one kiss cascades into many, many more.

It doesn’t matter that down the beach there is a tent full of people who could find us, people who would try and tear us apart because of their own pride or shame.

We kiss like there is no tomorrow.Because when it comes to us, that’s the truth of it.We have many tomorrows, but one day there will be an official no tomorrow.That day is much sooner than either of us would like.

I have to take advantage of every blessed moment.

As our lips roll and tongues clash, I push Theo down onto his back in the sand.

“What can I give you?”I say against his mouth.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”He repositions my hips over his so I can feel his erection through his pants.

I smile, grinding my hips against him, relishing the grunt that comes from the pit of his belly and how his eyes roll upward.“I think it’s your job to tellmethat.”

Theo smiles, bashful and shy.“Still getting the hang of that, I think.”

I press my chest against his and nip at his neck.

“How about…” His hands grip my hips.“I want to watch you ride my cock in your pretty dress.I want to watch you writhe as I fill you.”

The fabric of my dress moves up my legs.

“I want to see myself enter you and grow slick with your essence.”

My belly flips.

“That’s what I want.Ride me, darling.”

I hurry to unbutton, unzip, pull aside, push down, then there he is.That beautiful, thick cock lolling up onto his belly.

“I’ve missed this.”I run my hand up his length, tightening right beneath the head to see that pearly bead of precum dripping out.

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