Page 149 of Curveball

His hands move up my sides and back, while mine roam his neck and hair. After giving me a soft kiss, he rubs my face with the backs of his fingers and stares at me with an intensity that’s almost too much to bear. I’ve wanted Quincy Abbott to look at me this way my entire life. I’ve wished for it countless times, and now it’s here.

He then looks pained for a moment before saying, “I have to admit something to you.”

A sense of dread washes over me. This is the moment he’s going to pull the rug out from under me. Some part of me has been waiting for this, knowing it was coming. The past few months have been too good to be true. Today was too good to be true.

He tilts his head to the side. “You think I’m going to blow things up right now, don’t you?”

He steps away, looking hurt.

I blow out a breath. “I’m sorry. I fear you freaking out andtaking off. I’m trying to get past it, but your history doesn’t help.”

He nods in understanding. “I’m trying to be everything you want. Everything you need.”

I nod as my voice cracks a bit. “I know you are.”

“At some point, you’ll have to trust me, trust us, if we’re going to have a chance.”

“You’re right.” I fall back into his arms. “Tell me what you were going to say.”

He swallows as he pulls me close again. “I was going to admit to you that I haven’t kissed another woman since we got married. Barely any since our first night in bed, but zero since we got married.”

“I don’t understand. You’ve been with plenty of women.”

“But I couldn’t bring myself to kiss any of them. It was too intimate. They weren’t you. You saved your firsts for me. I saved my kisses for you.”

My heart feels like it might explode from this revelation. Tears fill my eyes. I’ve waited for this moment my whole life. I never truly believed it would come, but it has. I’m not a young girl dreaming anymore. Quincy Abbott, the love of my life, loves me back. He’s finally mine.

I bury my face in his neck, taking him in. I can’t help the sob that escapes my throat at the enormity of the moment. There’s nothing left standing in our way.

I look up into his blue eyes. “Make love to me.”

His lips immediately capture mine. Knowing that he’s saved his kisses for me makes this one all the more special. Quincy Abbott could kiss anyone in the world he wants, but he’s only giving them to me. For years, only me.

We kiss like we’ve been fighting for this and we’re finally crossing that finish line. That’s exactly what it is. It’s ownership. It’s desire.It’s love.

We begin moving our hands all over each other, both aching for closeness. With one hand, he grabs onto my hair and the other, my ass, sending waves of pleasure to every part of my body.

My hands can’t touch enough of him. He’s so hard and manly. Everywhere. Every inch of this beautiful man is perfection.

I can’t help but grind against him. One of us moans. I’m not sure who. Maybe it was both of us.

With his hand on the back of my head, he pulls my hair, exposing my neck to him. He scrapes his teeth over my chin and down my neck before licking his way back up.

We feverishly claw at each other’s clothes until they’re nothing but a pile on the floor. His eyes take me in. There was a time when this made me self-conscious and uncomfortable. I couldn’t bear to expose myself to him. That time is long gone because the way he’s looking at me right now tells me everything I need to know. He’s attracted to me. He wants me. He loves me. I’ll never doubt it again.

I can’t help but take in his beauty. Pure masculinity oozes from him. He’s long all over, from his hands to his feet, from his arms to his legs, to the long, perfect cock of his that reaches so deep inside me.

He stalks at me, forcing me to walk backward toward the bed. I fall back onto the cool, silky sheets as he stands between my legs. His eyes and hands slowly move up my leg, his gaze and touch conveying so much reverence.

He pushes me back until there’s room for both of us, but before he positions himself on top of me, he bends and slowly licks through me. My nipples immediately tighten at the sensation. His fingers move up to tweak them while his tongue continues lapping at me.

I love his tongue, and the feeling of his beard between mylegs is ecstasy, but I ache for him to fill me. It’s been so long since he did, and suddenly, I need it more than I need anything.

As if sensing it, he looks up at me and cups my center. “You’re so wet for me. Do you need my cock to fill up this pussy?” He squeezes it harder. “My pussy.”

I love the new, sweet Quincy, I really do. But I miss my dirty-talking dream man. Shivers work through my body at his words. He smirks, knowing exactly what it does to me.

He licks his lower lip. “I thought so.”

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