Page 60 of Finding London

I shake my head. “No. No more. Do you think that you’re the only one on this planet who’s damaged? You’re not. We all have our issues.”

“I have a flawed heart, London. I don’t know how to love.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. And you know what? My heart is flawed, too. It doesn’t know how to function properly when it doesn’t have you. I need you, Loïc, for however long you can give me. I’m fully aware that you have the potential to obliterate my heart into a million pieces, and I’m okay with that. I’m letting you off the hook right now, releasing you from guilt. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open. I just need you to give us a chance. Please just try. No more running.”

“No more running?”

“Nope.” I shake my head.

Indecision lines his expression before his features relax and settle on acceptance. “Okay,” he sighs.

I take in the significance of that word. “Okay?” I ask as my soul fills with joy. “So, if I lean over and kiss you like crazy, you won’t run away?”

“I can’t run from you anymore, London. It hurts too much.”

He smiles shyly, and I see a sparkle of relief dance behind his eyes. There is something breathtaking about Loïc’s genuine smiles. They’re devastatingly beautiful.

He reaches out, cradling my jaw, and he draws my lips to his. He claims my mouth with his tongue, thoroughly kissing me with passion-filled movements. He salvages my flawed heart with his gentle caresses. With each lingering touch, I can breathe easier. It’s different this time. The kiss is almost reverent. It isn’t rushed with urgency because any moment might be the last before he runs. I can feel the change. This kiss is from a man who’s going to stay.

That thought alone, the scenario where I get to keep Loïc, paired with the deliciousness of his tongue moving against mine make me so aroused with insane need. With my hands laced around his neck, I pull him onto me as I let my body fall to the mattress. I squirm beneath him as he deepens the kiss.

In a frenzy of movements, I try to take off his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He sits back, and he grabs the base of his shirt before pulling it over his head. I follow suit, and then I make quick work of every article of clothing I’m wearing—which, admittedly, isn’t much—until I’m left naked before him.

His eyes darken, and his gaze leaves a trail of heat with every inch it passes over. He starts to descend toward me.

“Nope. Stop,” I say.

Confusion gleams in his eyes.

“Pants.” I point to his fully clothed bottom half.

He laughs, all husky, and the sound resonates deep within my belly, filling me with warmth, until my entire body is burning for him.

Once we are both fully exposed, I don’t stop him as his lips find passage across my skin, starting with my toes. Loïc’s lips are skilled tools made for maximum pleasure. His kisses vary from soft to firm, dry and wet. They worship, caress, and tease. My heart races in anticipation as he works my body with his glorious mouth from my feet to my neck. My body hums with intense pleasure, the kind that is almost painful, making me so needy for more. He reaches my neck and applies soft nibbles, working up to my ear. He gently pulls my lobe between his teeth, and a jolt of pleasure hits me.

I want him. I want him more than I can remember ever wanting anything in my life. The need is urgent. I splay my hands across his tight ass and move my pelvis to position myself right where I want him.

God, I need him.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect,” his gruff voice chants, each word a staccato.

His face begins to move back down my body, and I want to scream. I want to feel him inside me. He stops between my legs, opening me. His warm mouth finds me, and I expel a moan of relief, of pleasure. His tongue works me from the outside as his fingers enter me.

I scream his name into the lust-fueled air with a long-suffering sigh of ecstasy. My entire body vibrates in anticipation of what’s to come, and I feel my release rising within me. A slow roll of pleasure courses through me, building, growing in intensity.

His hands grasp under my thighs, pushing me wide, allowing his tongue perfect access. My heart thrums wildly in my chest, and then I’m spiraling, shaking, assaulted with enormous jolts of pleasure. I unabashedly scream out, giving voice to the bliss that fills me.

As the cries of ecstasy racking my body slowly abate, I vaguely register the sound of a foil wrapper ripping.

Loïc kisses his way back up my body. He sucks on the delicate skin of my neck, and I sigh. His lips work across my cheek, and when his mouth meets mine, I feel a true connection as our tongues unite.

This man is meant for me. I will never want another. I wish I could push the pause button on the universe and just feel this moment for a long time, an eternity even. My body is sated, my heart is exploding with love, and my mind is at peace. Loïc is mine forever, and whether or not the notion is reciprocated, it won’t change a thing. There is no negotiating with these sensations threatening to split me open. I pray that Loïc will always be with me because, after him, there could never be another.

I whimper as Loïc enters me. I’ve daydreamed about this event more times than I can remember, and not even my greatest fantasies can compare. This is everything.

Loïc grasps my hands, entwining my fingers through his, as he holds my arms above my head. His thrusts grow in urgency. His eyes lock on mine, dark with desire and need. His skin glistens with a faint sheen of sweat. The moisture seems to showcase his muscles as he moves in me. Staring at him above me, I can’t help but take note again of how immensely drop-dead gorgeous he is. The sight of him alone is a never-ending aphrodisiac.

His pace quickens, and our breathing becomes labored, sporadic. He releases my hands to grab my thighs, holding each one out to the side, as he pounds into me. I can feel the build once more. It’s blazing in intensity. My body loses all pretense of control as I cry out amid a current of pleasure.

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