Page 75 of One Pucking Destiny

“And the part about you?” I lean my head back to see her whole face.

“That I’m in love with you?”

I grin. “Yeah, that part.”

“Also true.”

“Good. Just wanted to hear it one more time.”

A whisper of sadness dances across her features. “I’m so sorry, Bash.”

I shake my head and kiss her forehead. “Don’t be. We all get there in our own time. I’ll never fault you for needing to work things out at your own pace.”

“Thank you.” Her grasp on my hair tightens, and she kisses me. “I promise to make it up to you by telling you how important you are to me and how much I love you. Everyday.”

“You don’t have to make anything up to…” My words falter as she drops to her knees and undoes my jeans.

She pulls my jeans and boxer briefs down before circling her hand around my shaft. “What were you saying? About not having to make it up to you?” Her eyes glint with mischief as she peers up through her lashes.

“Yeah, definitely make it up to me,” I groan as her tongue swirls around my tip.

Still holding me in her hand, she kisses along my skin and over my cookie tattoo. “I love this.” She presses her lips against the tattoo once more. “I think I wanted it here so it would only be for me.” She looks up at me again with a serene smile on her face. “Whether I wanted to admit it, I think deep down I knew I was falling for you over bye week. This cookie is something sweet that only you and I share.”

Before I can answer, she takes me in her mouth once more, and all rational thought leaves my head.

Ari moves her mouth, swirls her tongue, and works her hands with such precision that I’m writhing in what feels like seconds. She asks me to explode into her mouth, and I do without hesitation.

Scooping my arms beneath hers, I pull her up from the floor and kiss her senseless as we rip off items of clothing, frantic to get into the bed.

With her lying naked before me, I kiss every inch of her perfect body. When I reach the butterfly tattoo, I run my finger along it, tracing its outline like I have so many times before.

“Will you finally admit that the fact that we have the same tattoo is fate?” Every time I lay eyes on her tattoo, the butterfly, bright with multicolored strands of smoke as wings, it does something to me.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just a coincidence that I went to the same tattoo parlor as you and your sister?” She smirks.

I pin her arms down to her side and pull one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Twisting, pulling, and sucking—she laughs because the move that I’ve done before is sweet torture. “Take it back,” I tease, continuing to provide the most delicious torture.

“But can it really be classified as fate, Bash?” She laughs, a beautiful sound.

Giving her nipple a break, I hold her stare. “Two strangers went to the same city, same tattoo shop, gotthe same tattoo, went to the same bookstore, reached for the same book, went to the same bar, and ended up in the same bed, only to end up at the same vacation months later. If you don’t admit that our love has been written in the stars from day one, I swear to God, Ari…”

She chuckles. “Come here,” she says with a grin. “I release her arms. Straddling her body, I lay atop her. She cradles my face in her hands. “I believe you were always meant to be mine.”

“For real?” I quirk a brow.

“For real. There is no way we would be lying here if that wasn’t the case. You would’ve moved on from my ass a long time ago if we weren’t meant to be.”

I drop my lips to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Those three little words coming from her lips will never get old.

“And… I don’t know.” I circle my hand around her hips until I’m squeezing her ass. “This ass is near impossible to move on from.”

“Fair enough,” she teases, threading her fingers through my hair. “So tell me… how does a Stanley Cup champion like to celebrate? It’s your night, after all.”

I kiss her. “Inside you.”

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