Page 100 of Give Me Perfect Love

He grins, his blues jumping up to my eyes. “Prove it.”

I look around us, making sure we’re completely alone.

“No one’s out here, K. It’s just you and me.”

You and me.Those words coming from his mouth. God, they wrap around my soul. Doing things to my body that only he can.

Bryce is love.

“Okay,” I say, sliding off the bike. I grab the button on my jeans and undo it. My zipper goes next. His eyes watch as I slide my pants over my hips. The crisp air hits my sensitive skin as I step out of my jeans.

Bryce cusses and hops off the bike.

“I don’t think it can handle the weight. I ain’t going slow.”

“Good,” I say as he drops to the ground in front of me. He looks up before grabbing my ass and pulling me to his face. Moving my panties to the side, he licks me. His warm tongue has my knees buckling.

He holds me tight as I bend and grab strands of his hair. My eyes shut, and I lean my head back.

The world spins slowly, blond grass mixing with blue sky. I moan when he slides a finger inside me.

“Bryce,” I say helplessly.

He doesn’t stop, bringing me to orgasm before lying back on the grass. He pulls himself out of his suit. I look down at my guy. His black shirt rides up when he clasps his hands behind his head, revealing a trail of dark hair.

“Now’s your chance,” he says. “Show me how you like to ride the things I own.”

My heart blushes. I climb over him, resting my knees on the sleeves of his riding suit.

My hair cages us in. I look at his lips before kissing them, teasing with my tongue and pulling his bottom lip with my teeth. I reach down and grasp him in my hand. Slowly I sink, but he flexes up, causing me to gasp. My hands go to his chest, feeling the strong rhythm of his beating heart against my palm.

And I do exactly what I was told until we’re both breathing hard and slippery with cold sweat. We’re riding high on a special kind of love.

Fuck, if I ever want to come down.

I shudder at the sweet memory I have of us in that meadow. Picking up a small piece of grass, I rub my fingers over the blade. After we left the ranch, it was nearly Christmas.

Bryce and I didn’t make any changes with our living arrangements. He didn’t ask me to move in, and I didn’t say I wanted to. Things were going well the way they were.

Claire and I spent Christmas morning together. We had an enormous tree and strung lights all over the apartment. It was just two best friends in pajamas, enjoying hot cocoa and laughs, knowing deep inside it would be our last Christmas together alone.

The guys joined us not too long after, and we enjoyed ham and homemade mac and cheese that Claire cooked. Life’s been good, man. It’s been really good.

“There you are.”

I look back over my shoulder as Bryce walks closer and sits down behind me. He pulls me so my back is flush against his hard chest. Arms I love wrap around me, and kisses I need sprinkle over the side of my neck. I breathe in his warm, spicy scent and take comfort in his closeness. “What are you doing out here?” he asks.

“Just thinking.”

“About?” he murmurs, resting his chin on my bare shoulder.

“Nothing really,” I respond.

We sit quietly for a few minutes before he gets up and walks around until he is standing in front of me. I lean my head back and look up at him. His hands slid into his pockets; his hair is ruffled from running his hand through it.

Just because his hair isn’t buzzed anymore doesn’t mean his habit of running his hand over his head is gone. It makes him look sexy and causes my chest to warm.

“Dance with me,” he commands.

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