Page 123 of Love Me Fearless

Chapter Thirty-One

Emotion clotsin my throat as I kiss her. “I was so close to losing you yesterday.”

“But you came for me.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer to love you.” I tug her closer.

“Can we start tonight?” she asks, laughing through her tears.

I caress down her back and kiss her softly. “We can start right now.”

She draws in a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry I left after that night.”

“You had every right to protect yourself.”

“But it hurt you.” She presses her forehead to mine.

“It’s woven into our story,” I say. “But it’s just one thread, Ava. We have the rest of our lives to add in so many good things.”

“Like this,” she says as another quiet sob shudders through her. She kisses me, her lips lingering for a fraction of a second. “I love you so much.”

I return the kiss, sweeping my tongue past her lips. She rocks her hips against me, making me groan. Our tongues swirl as a fire sparks deep in my belly, urgent and hungry.

Ava caresses beneath my shirt, her fingertips so soft. In one quick tug, I yank my shirt free and drop it to the floor. A zip of electricity jolts through me as she strokes up my chest and across my shoulders. I love the caring way she touches me.

I gather the hem of her sweatshirt and the T-shirt underneath, my fingertips brushing her warm skin. She breaks from our kiss to let me slide both layers off. With my gaze locked to hers, I caress over the fabric of her bra. She gives a soft sigh, her face tensing with need. I stroke and caress while I kiss her. In a quick flick of her fingers, she unfastens the clasp in the back, allowing me to slip it off.

The brush of her soft breasts against my chest makes me groan. I kiss down her neck, pausing to tease the tender place behind her ear. She rocks against me, making my cock jolt inside my jeans. I lean down to take her into my mouth, circling with my tongue.

Ava gives a soft sigh, her fingernails slicing through my hair as she arches closer, adding more friction to the growing heat between us.

The thirst for her flashes hot inside me. I rise, taking her with me, and toe off my shoes, then climb onto the bed. I lay her down in the center of the comforter, taking a moment to drink in the yearning in her eyes and the way her soft smile stretches the corners of my heart, forcing it open. It’s painful, but beautiful, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I kiss her, our tongues swirling in a slow, sensual duet, then break away to kiss my way down her body, savoring her little sighs and the softness of her skin. Her warmth and the eager way she squirms, trying to get me closer. I pop the button of her jeans and tug them down, revealing a scrap of pale pink cotton dotted with tiny strawberries.

Fuck. Me.

I peel her jeans and socks off, then ditch mine and climb back on, planting kisses up her inner thigh, taking my time while she trembles and her breaths quicken. I flutter my thumb over the little damp patch in the fabric while the scent of her arousal sends my craving into overdrive. I kiss to the apex of her thighs while I tease her clit.

“Hutch,” she groans.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Your mouth. Please.”

I brush my lips over the fabric, making her shudder. “Please, huh?”

“It’s so good.”

Slipping my fingers under the seam, I tug her panties down and drop them to the floor.

Her honey brown eyes lock with mine. “I love you.”

I caress her hip and up the curve of her waist, then lower my lips to her navel. “I love every part of you, Ava.”

She winds her fingers through my hair. “Even my stubborn parts?”

I brush my lips lower. “Especially your stubborn parts.”

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