Page 61 of The Road Trip Romance

“They make it seem easy,” she says as she stares at the screen.

“Make what seem easy?” I ask.

She leans forward and points at the screen. “Being together even though their lives are so…different.” She pauses and looks over at me.

“Maybe it is easy,” I offer. God, I want it to be easy. I know it won’t be, but shouldn’t it feel easy if you’re with your person?

She shakes her head and leans back against the headboard again. “It’s never easy,” she says quietly as she runs a fry through some ketchup on a plate. “It’s not like the movies or a book. It’s hard work.”

I frown. I get what she’s saying, I do, but love shouldn’t be hard work. Not the love part anyhow. I open my mouth to say that as she drops some ketchup on her breast.

She goes to wipe it away, but I lean over and dip my fry in it before taking a bite.

She gasps and looks over at me, her eyes wide in surprise at my action. “You did not just do that,” she says.

I smirk and press my finger to the remnants of the sauce on her skin, smearing it over her nipple. “I did, and I think I need more,” I growl as I lean over and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking off all the ketchup.

She moans and I settle myself between her legs as I lick and suck each breast, feasting on them like they are my dessert.

“Let’s never leave this bed,” I declare as I circle her taut nipple with my nose.

“That seems impractical,” she protests on a shaky breath.

Smirking again, I bite her nipple and she yelps. I lick it gently and watch her melt into the bed. “Maybe a little impractical from time to time is good for you,” I counter.

“Thisisn’t practical,” she breathes as her hands find my head and her nails rake over my scalp.

“It’s totally practical. Because the more I do this.” I pause as I suck on her nipple again making her groan. “The more wet you get here.” I pause again as I slowly slide a finger inside her, making us both groan. “And it makes it easier to do this.” I pull myself up until I feel my dick slide inside her wet heat.

“That’s a valid point,” she whimpers, her legs wrapping around my waist as I slide my hands under her ass, giving me more leverage and an angle that will let me go deeper.

“Oh, God! Right there!” she screams, her nails biting the skin on my upper back.

I double my efforts, wanting to hear her scream my name again, needing to hear her scream my name again. My body feels on fire like I can’t get enough of her, I need more of my skin touching her…everywhere.

I want to tell her I love her, but I know it’ll scare her. I haven’t known her long enough. Rationally, I know this, yet I feel it in my bones. She’s the one. Maybe I feel like I know her because I’ve read her books. Maybe it’s love at first sight. I don’t know. But I can’t deny this feeling.

Her body relaxes and I take my time building her up once more before we both climax together as if our bodies already know that we’re a match, a perfect pair.

Our eyes lock as we lie in bed, letting our tired bodies begin to rest. I feel like unspoken words are passing between us. Her big eyes stare at me but we’re silent, each of us in our own thoughts. I pull her tight against me and press my forehead to hers, knowing that with each mile we travel, the uncertainty of our future grows closer, even if I want to deny that.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Sophia

I go to stretch but find that my body is encased by heat and muscle again. My eyes blink open to see a tattoo. I grin. I’m face to…chest with Tate Anders’s tattoo. I haven’t really spent time admiring it yet and now’s my chance.

Every ending is also a beginning.

The words are in a scrolling cursive text that looks like it’s riding a wave. My finger lifts to trace the lines. Tate’s arms tighten around me.

“Good morning,” Tate says, his voice gravelly from sleep.

“Good morning,” I reply, wishing we could stay in the cocoon of these sheets for at least seven more days.

“We should get up,” Tate declares as he rolls us over so he’s hovering above me. He peppers my face with kisses, and I giggle. Shit, why do I feel like a schoolgirl with her first boyfriend?

His final kiss is a gentle one on my lips. He hovers there for a long moment before pulling away and getting out of bed. I watch his sexy ass walk to the bathroom.

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