Page 27 of Just A Kiss

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” she asks.

“What part, exactly?” I ask, allowing my cockiness to come out just a little bit.

“The part that you admit to fucking up, being wrong. Wait, let me get my phone so I can record you saying it.” She cracks an even larger smile, and I know she’s fucking with me now.

I crowd into her space. Cupping her cheek with one of my hands and tilting her face up to mine. “Please tell me I’ve still got a chance. That you’ll forgive me for before. I’m here to beg if I have to. I want you, andonlyyou. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“You’re sure about that? What if I want you forever?”

“Then forever better take its time coming,” I tell her before crashing my lips to hers.

I pick her up, my hands cradling her ass. God, it feels good to have her back in my arms. I know I fucked up, but that’s in the past. She’s here in my arms. I’ll grovel every day for the rest of my life if I have to, in order to make it up to her.

Pinning Allison to the wall, I remove my hands from her ass and rip open the buttons on her blouse. The buttons go flying; I’m not being careful, and I don’t care. It feels like it’s been way too long since I’ve had this woman beneath me. Her sweet pussy squeezing around my cock. “God damn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, taking in the swell of her breasts. Thank the Lord in heaven for whoever invented the front-closure bra. I snap it open with one flick and find her already hardened nipples.

“Lee,” she moans my name as I greedily suck one into my mouth. I sink my teeth onto it, biting to leave a mark—my mark—on her skin. She’s mine. I’m hers—forever, by the sounds of it.

“I hope you don’t have any special connection to this thong,” I growl against her skin as my hand makes it up and under her skirt. I wrap my fingers around the fabric and rip it clear off her body.

“Nope,” she gasps. I bring my mouth to hers, greedily sucking at her tongue as I fumble with my jeans. I finally free the button and lower my zipper far enough to push them and my boxers down my hips enough to release my cock. I align my tip with her entrance. I break our kiss, pulling back far enough to look Allison in the eyes.

“Tell me if I need to stop and relocate us to get a condom.” I can’t believe I was almost going to sink inside her without wrapping shit up.

“I’m on birth control and clean,” she says.

“I’m clean, and I’ve never not used one,” I tell her honestly.

“I trust you, Lee,” she says, and my heart skips a beat at her words. “Now, fuck me.”

“I don’t have to be told twice,” I growl before taking her lips with my own once again. I line my cock up with her entrance and plunge in until I’m balls deep. The feeling of being inside her with nothing separating the two of us has my balls pulling up tight and ready to blow. I start running stats through my mind, thinking of the worst calls I’ve responded to, anything I can think of to keep my orgasm from ending things too early.

“Harder,” Allison moans. I do my best to shift her against the wall. I slip my arms under her legs, my hands going to her ass to help raise and lower her on my cock.

The room is filling with the sloppy sounds of our bodies connecting. Our mutual moans and cries of pleasure as we both make our way towards that cusp and then topple over the edge of no return. I hold her ass in my palms, slamming my cock in as deep as I can get it as my orgasm barrels out of me. My knees go weak as stars start spinning behind my eyelids. I stumble around, finding the couch to fall back onto, keeping Allison in my lap, my cock still buried inside her tightness.

“Now that was some make-up sex.” She chuckles as we both catch our breath.

“That was just the beginning.” I wink at her, pushing her messed up hair from her face.

“I’m okay with that.” She smiles at me. A real smile. One that fills her face. Lights up her eyes.

I might have once been okay with just a night, just a quick fuck, just a kiss… but she’s taught me that what I really wanted was so much more.

EPILOGUE

LEE

18 months later

I checkmy phone for what feels like the millionth time today. I’ve done it so many times, I’m sure Allison must think that I’m cheating on her or something shady is going down. Unbeknownst to her, the complete opposite is happening. I’m waiting on Reese Blackwood, a local celebrity and my girl's best friend's cousin, to get back to me if she can help me with my proposal later this weekend. Reese is in town for a large country festival that is taking place this weekend, along with a shit ton of other performers.

“Can you put that thing down?” Allison asks, scrunching her nose at me.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just waiting on a text,” I assure her. “When is Lindsay going to be here?” I ask, trying to get her focus off of me and my phone.

“She texted about ten minutes ago that they were just leaving to pick Paisley up and then would be headed this way.”

“So they should be here soon, then, I’d guess.”

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