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I dive into her pussy, licking all the way through it before pausing to suck on her clit, and then I dip my tongue inside her. Her hips jerk up at the feel of my tongue, and I move back to her clit to suck some more as I push a finger into her, driving in and out as I tongue her clit.

She moans as her body jerks. Her fingers thread into my hair and she yanks as I hit a particularly good spot, and I chuckle as I pull back. I grab a condom out of my back pocket and rip the top off and roll it on. I move her so she’s lying across the couch, and I climb over her to hover for a beat.

My eyes are hot on hers as I line my cock up with her gorgeous pussy, moving my cock through her folds and using all my willpower not to push into her. I spread her legs a little wideras I take my place between them, and her head falls back as she closes her eyes.

“Eyes on me,” I say softly, and she obeys the quiet command. I slide into her warmth, that overwhelming feeling like I’ve come home again pulsing everywhere within me.

“Oh God,” she cries as I push all the way in. I slide back out slowly then move in again, both of us relishing the feel, her tight pussy a vice on my throbbing cock as I start to drive into her. I balance my arms on either side of her, surrounding her as requested, and I lower my lips to hers. She takes my jaw between her palms, her mouth opening and her tongue immediately moving against mine as our bodies rock together. Pleasure pulses everywhere around me as I finally know once and for all that this is the only woman I will ever want, will everneed, for the rest of my life.

I’m in the place where I’m meant to be.

I could fight it as much as I want, but when the right thing comes along, fate finds a way of making it happen. When she heard the desperation in my voice as I tried to fight it one last time, we both knew it was futile. We both knew this is where we’d land. It was destiny.

“I’m coming,” she shrieks, her words somehow evolving into a sexy moan that will play on repeat in my mind.

I drive in a little faster, a little harder, as I carry her through her orgasm, the feel of her body overwhelming me with sensations that cause my own body to tip over the precipice into the sort of brutally hard climax that causes me to shudder afterward.

She wraps her arms around me, holding me as I stay inside her long after we’ve both found our release, as our panting calms into a quiet afterglow and my trembling recedes.

“I love you,” she murmurs against my neck, and I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her to me. I’m sure I’m crushingher, but she isn’t complaining and I’m not ready to move from this spot where we’re physically one as much as we’re emotionally one.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, so overcome with emotion that I can’t force any volume into my voice.

I’ve never felt a love like this.

And I will do everything in my power to keep us where we belong.

CHAPTER 4: GABBY

I don’t want to fall asleep. I don’t want to miss a second of this time we have together, but fatigue creeps up on me and I wake with a jolt when I feel myself moving.

Or, rather, when I feel myself being moved. His weight is no longer pressing down on me. His warm comfort is no longer surrounding me just as I asked him to do, and I feel cold in the absence of how I fell asleep.

I shiver in his arms.

“Shh,” Cooper soothes. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” It takes me a moment to realize he’s carrying me through the hotel suite. My eyes focus out the window, where the bright lights of the resorts flash in the dark night sky.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask.

“To bed.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” I say, and I yawn as I completely contradict my own words.

He chuckles. “Neither do I. I don’t want this night to end, but I thought we’d be more comfortable in the bed.”

I’m sure he’s right, but now that I got a short nap in, I feel ready for more.

I’ve never been in a relationship like this before—one where I’m constantly raring to go, but also one where we can have a conversation and we can laugh together and we can feel ourselves falling further and further down into a place neither of us will ever be able to climb out of.

He sets me down gently on the bed, and I climb under the covers. I’m still naked, and he takes his jeans off before he slides into bed beside me.

We lie facing each other, staring at each other wordlessly, as if we’re both in awe that this is actual reality right now and not some dream we’re about to wake up from. Maybe that’s why I don’t want to be in the bed. Maybe I’m afraid I really will wake up and he won’t be here and I’ll feel that same sense of heartbreak when I realize it was all just a figment of my imagination.

I reach out and run my fingertips along his jawline, the rough scruff there scratching my fingertips, and I know it’s real. The delicious ache of my body after being thoroughly fucked on the couch is another sign that this is real.

And the love I feel for him, that overwhelming sense that I’ve never felt before…that makes it feel awfully real, too.

His eyes study me as I touch him, my fingertips dropping from his jaw down to his neck, along his collarbone, around his shoulder, and down to his bicep, where my palm settles for a beat. I watch my fingertips, and he watches me.

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