Page 108 of See You at the Finish Line

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” I say, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“I need more of you,” she whispers, arching her back as I inch into her.

She can have all of me. She gasps on her inhale as I become fully seated inside her, and nothing in my life has ever felt so good.

I let her adjust to my size, claiming her mouth. She’s so responsive underneath me, and when she moves her hips, I begin to move mine. We find a rhythm that has my arms shaking. I’m not going to last long. I hope she doesn’t mind.

She moans as I quicken my pace, my hand moving to rub her clit in time with my thrusts, our movements equally desperate for each other.

“I’m going to come again,” she gasps.

“That’s it, sweetheart, moan for me.”

She cries out as she clenches around me, and I have to grit my teeth. I never want this to end. She feels amazing and her pussy is throbbing around me, taking everything I have.

I go a little wild, slamming into her hard and fast, following her right over the edge, unable to think about anything but how fucking good she feels. How good we feel together.

The loud groans of my climax fill my ears.

“Oh fuck, Paige.” I can’t help the sounds I make as I come. She captures my mouth, muffling the sound as I come harder than I ever have before. I feel the waves of pleasure from deep inside, pouring myself into her.

I’m lightheaded as I come down from that glorious high. Forget running, forget drugs. Who needs that when I have Paige underneath me? On top of me, in front of me. I’m going to have her in every way she’ll let me.

I drop my forehead to hers, feeling our laboured breaths mixing as our heart rates slow. Though I don’t want to, I slowly remove myself from her, flopping down on the bed beside her. She places a kiss on my cheek and then heads to the bathroom to clean herself up.

When she comes back, I grab her by the waist and pull her into me, feeling everywhere our skin touches, and I swear my cock twitches. I have a pretty good refractory period, but two minutes seems like a stretch. I smile into her bare shoulder, brushing my lips on her skin, already dreaming of what comes next.

Obviously her.

“You couldn’t give mesome warning? Put me out of my misery?” Adam says, climbing over top of me. I scoot higher on the bed and lay my head back on the soft pillow.

“I liked the idea of a grand gesture,” I say with a shrug.

He buries his head in my stomach and begins to laugh. “We really need to get better at communicating because I almost quit my job and moved to Utah.”

My jaw drops. “Seriously?” My eyes are closed as he presses his lips to my hip bone and then trails kisses up my rib cage. His fingers brush the tattoo on my collarbone.

“What do you expect, Paige? I’m not living without you again,” he tells me, and my body melts. Full on cartoon style, melting into the bed. I’m pretty sure my eyes have morphed into big pink hearts in my sockets. I’m still buzzing from the orgasms he gave me.

Holy shit. He really is perfect.

Well, not perfect. It seems we have to work on our communication skills.

“I’m really glad you didn’t do that.”

“Me too.” He drags his naked body up mine and begins to draw random shapes on my skin. I’ve never felt so taken care of.

“Have you always had this tattoo?” he asks quietly, planting more kisses wherever his fingers touch.

“No. Leah and I got this one after our mom died. Daisies are her birth flower, April, and there’s one for each of us.”

He places a reverent kiss on each of the flowers. My poor heart can’t take any more of his sweetness.

“So what now?” I ask.

His brow furrows, and I wish I knew what was going through his mind. I guess there’s only one way to find out.

“How about you tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll tell you what I’m thinking, and maybe we can figure this out.”

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