Page 40 of Not Quite Perfect

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

My hand stilled. “Are you sure?”

“I want to feel you. All of you.” She was already flushed, her skin glowing from her orgasm, but she turned an even deeper shade of pink as she said, “I want your cum inside me.”

Growing bolder, she trailed her fingers down the slope of her belly where they danced playfully over her mound. “Do you want to come in me, David?”

Only more than I’d ever wanted any fucking thing in my life.

“Fuck yes.” I moved over her, taking my cock in hand, and in one fluid motion, sheathed myself to the root. She was tight, her pussy swollen, wet … so, so wet … and warm.

Everything about this moment was familiar while also being exciting and new.

I knew Victoria’s body, knew the way she liked to be touched, knew how best to fuck her, but now I knewher, too, and that made this something ... more.

In the beginning, she’d been a flicker in my imagination, an idea taking shape. But now, we had a future together, and I could see it so clearly. In fact, I’d never seen anything clearer. I loved her, and I knew deep down that she loved me, too. I could wait for the words to come. They already lived in her heart.

I pulled back, and then slid home again, the wet sounds of our lovemaking and Victoria’s panting filling the room. She reached for me, and I speared her hair with my hands, lifting her to my lips. “You’re mine.”

She nodded and gasped when my hips slammed forward. Her eyes dilated and goosebumps broke out over her skin. “So close,” she whispered, her hand resting on my chest, just over the spot where my heart was pumping furiously in my chest. She screwed her eyes shut, and let out a long, low moan as her pleasure mounted. And then she was coming, her walls clamping me tight, triggering the beginning of my own orgasm.

“Fuck. Oh, Christ.” My face dropped forward into the hollow of her neck and my brain shut off … my body and eons of ingrained human instinct taking over. I fucked her through my release, and with each thrust of my hips, I wasn’t sure if I was going to die or if, through her, I might live forever.

It was the single most intense physical experience of my life.

When I came back to myself—when my hearing and my sense of space and time returned—Victoria wrapped her arms around my middle, hugged me tight, and let out a tiny, happy laugh. “Let’s make sure we do that everyday.”

Seventeen

Victoria

I couldn’t stop fidgeting.I didn’t mean to, but David and I were out on a date. In public.

With our parents thirty minutes away by car, there was a slim chance of running into them, but then again, the chance of me falling for the guy whose dad was about to marry my mom had been slim-to-none as well. I knew better than to take anything for granted where this relationship was concerned.

Which was why my eyes kept darting to the door of the restaurant.

“Relax.” David picked up his menu, his lips quirked to the side with a knowing smirk. “Our parents aren’t going to come barreling through the door, accusing us of carrying on an incestuous relationship.”

“Shh,” I warned, looking around the cozy space. “Someone could hear you.”

David glanced to his right and then his left and chuckled. Both tables were empty. Not exactly surprising considering it was a Monday night. That had been my concession to this escapade in the first place.

“We’re not doing anything wrong,” he said for probably the hundredth time. “You’re not my sister, Victoria, no matter how much your mother may try to convince you otherwise.”

“I know that,” I whispered, scanning the menu in an attempt to play it cool.

Ididknow that there was nothing wrong with dating him, yet somehow I couldn’t shake the guilt hanging over me.

The week before, my mother had tried to set me up onanotherblind date, and I’d not-so-politely decline. It had been the third time in a little over a month I’d rebuffed her matchmaking efforts and she was becoming suspicious.

Then last night as I’d arrived for our weekly dinner, she’d pulled me aside to tell me I needed to move on from my unhealthy fascination with my stepbrother. I’d scoffed and told her she was imagining something that wasn’t there. Afterward, I’d been tense and, despite the meal having been quite good for once, hadn’t been able to touch my food. As I’d pulled out of her driveway at the end of the evening, I’d decided avoiding her—and all family dinners for the foreseeable future—was the best course of action.

But I wasn’t here to dwell on that.

I was here to have a nice night out with my boyfriend, one of the first times we’d been on anactualdate. He’d taken me to a book signing, two interesting lectures given by a member of the faculty at the college where he taught, and the farmer’s market near my house, but that had been the extent of our public courtship.

It helped that both David and I were homebodies, preferring to settle down on my sofa in front of the fire with a good book than go out all the time. But I’d sensed he was growing tired of the subterfuge, so I’d relented when he’d asked me to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants.

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