Page 108 of Love You Madly

“Dance with me?” I ask as her hand brushes across the back of my head just above my neck, my recently buzzed hair tickling her fingertips. She smiles, pulling me closer to her until the only space between us is the area just above her belly.

As we dance to the rhythm, her head lies against my chest, her breath warming my neck, her soft body gently pressing against mine. Every touch, every small movement feels like a promise, an unspoken declaration of everything we’ve been feeling but haven’t yet put into words. It’s a simple thing, dancing like this, but it’s filled with a depth that makes my heart ache in the best possible way.

The music swells around us, the lyrics and melody creating a cocoon that makes the world outside disappear. I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the moment, in the feel of her in my arms, in the way our bodies move together. It’s like everything else fades away, leaving just us here, in this perfect, shared space.

As I hold her close, her heartbeat steady against my chest, a realization settles deep within me, like a truth that’s been waiting to be acknowledged. The thought comesso naturally, so effortlessly, that I wonder if it’s been there all along, just waiting for me to notice.

There is no doubt in my mind.

I am madly in love with this woman.

As if she can sense my thoughts, she pulls me down for a kiss. I hold her a little tighter, my heart torn between wanting to tell her and wanting to protect this perfect moment we’re sharing. I don’t know when or how I’ll say it, but one thing is certain: Tonight, I’m going to show her exactly how much she means to me.

We continue to dance, the tension between us simmering just beneath the surface, building with every step, every brush of our bodies. There’s a heat between us, a connection that feels almost tangible, and I know we’re both feeling it—the pull, the need that’s been growing stronger all night.

The song ends, fading into the background, but we don’t stop moving. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, and the intensity there nearly takes my breath away. There’s desire in her gaze, yes, but also something deeper, something that makes my heart pound in my chest.

“I need you, Callie,” I say, my voice rough with the weight of everything I’m feeling.

Her eyes soften, and she reaches up to cup my face in her hands, her touch gentle but sure. “Then take me, Owen,” she whispers, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. “I want this, I want you. So fucking bad.”

I wrap my arms around her waist, capturing her lips in a slow but intense kiss, pouring all the emotions into that one connection.

Electric. Addictive. Consuming.

Without breaking our kiss, I slide my hands down lower, wrapping them behind her thighs and picking her up quickly before she has the opportunity to object. As Isettle my hands on her ass while she holds onto me a bit tighter, I can sense the hesitancy in her grasp. I pull back from our kiss with a silent check-in, trying to determine the cause of her hesitation.

Is she self conscious or is she having second thoughts? Her grip tightens around the back of my neck and I can see now that she’s scared I’m going to drop her. “Don’t worry, Kitty. I’ve got you.”

With Callie secure in my arms, our lips find each other again, the kiss deepening with every step I take toward my bedroom. The room around us fades into a blur, the only thing that matters is the feeling of her mouth on mine, the way our bodies press together. The gentle sway of our movements only heightens the intensity between us, each kiss a promise, each touch a reassurance.

When we reach the bed, I lay her down gently, and for a moment, I just look at her. The way her hair fans out across the pillow, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the way she looks up at me with those eyes that seem to see right through to my soul—it’s almost too much. But I don’t look away. I can’t. She’s mesmerizing, and I want to memorize every inch of her, every curve, every detail.

I help her slip out of her dress, revealing the white thong and–FUCK–no bra.

This. Fucking. Girl.

“You just had to go and make the temptation that much harder to resist, huh?” I tease. She smiles and nods slowly as I lower myself onto the bed beside her, my dick pulses with desire.

Callie’s eyes lock on mine, filled with a trust and longing that makes my pulse race. Every part of me yearns to touch her, to show her how much she means to me. I’m acutely aware of the need to be gentle and careful of the life growing within her.In this moment, she is the embodiment of a goddess, a vision of strength and beauty that has me in awe.

“What can I say?” she taunts. “I’m in the mood for some of that cinnamon you’ve been hiding from me.”

I let my hands roam over her, mapping out every curve, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. But I’m mindful, cautious, as I move closer. My touch lingers just above her belly, my palm brushing lightly against the curve, and I pause meeting her gaze and making sure that me touching her belly in such an intimate way isn’t too much for her. The last thing that I want to do right now is make her uncomfortable.

“You are so stunning, Callie.”

She lets out a soft hum as I trail kisses down her stomach and run my hand up her leg from her knee to the apex of her thigh. I want to show her with every moment just how much I want this–want her. Need her. Love her.

Even though it feels like this is all happening really fast, I don’t care. At this moment, I know what I want. And it’s her. It will always be her.

“I cannot believe you’re finally mine,” I say as I reach my hand to cup her face and place a soft kiss on her lips. She doesn’t say anything for a long moment but she doesn’t have to. Her sharp intake of breath tells me that she feels the connection too. She must know this is something far beyond anything either of us has ever felt before.

I don’t rush. Each touch lingers, her body responding to me in ways that nearly undo my control. A soft gasp escapes her lips as I tease her, bringing her to the brink, where even I am struggling to maintain control. I slip her thong to the side and glide my fingers over her clit, eliciting a soft moan from her as I prop myself up just enough to turn her toward me. The moment our eyes meet, I lower my mouth to her breast,pulling her nipple between my lips, savoring the way she arches into me.

Every moment feels like a careful dance between caution and desire, an exquisite tension building between us. My cock throbs against her leg, the ache nearly unbearable, but I focus on her, on the way her hands clutch my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as I quicken the rhythm of my hand. I slip two fingers inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me, and it takes everything in me not to lose myself completely.

I pause for a brief moment, just to breathe her in. The scent of her skin, the intoxicating fragrance of her arousal—it pulls something primal and raw from deep within me, something that demands to be unleashed.

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