Page 48 of Give Me Forever Love

She had no underwear on.

She sinks down, and I hold on to her waist as she rides me. The music switches to some electric beat as she presses her hand into my stomach, moving her hips. I lean my head back, my eyes close, and I relish in the feel of her, helping her move. I open my eyes, biting down on my lip as her head falls back, exposing her neck.

Her mouth falls open, and her eyes close tight. She comes and I lift my hips, driving up until I follow, spilling inside of her. She falls down on top of me, both of our hearts racing, loving being so close. I run my hand down her back.

“Where did you get this mix?” I ask into her ear. She leans up, holding her finger up for me to hold on. She climbs off the bar and reaches for her dress. She slides it over her head and kicks her heels off before walking over to the music and killing it so we can hear.

“The night we danced, and you didn’t fucking kiss me.” She eyeballs me. “After we left, I called back up here and asked the bartender if he would get me a copy of it. And since you so bluntly told him to treat me like I was you, he made sure to do it.” She smiles. I fix myself and jump off the bar.

“You just made my dreams come true,” I say.

She grins. “You don’t think I wanted that, too? I was dying that night. I can’t believe you didn’t kiss me.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t either.” I shake my head.

She looks around, the lights still spinning above us. She holds out her hand. “You ready?”

I reach down and pick up her shoes, looking at her outreached hand. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to say that I was ready to leave this. The life I had was exactly what I wanted, but that’s because I didn’t know what I was missing. Not until Kathrine.

I put my hand in hers. “I’m ready.”

Chapter Fifteen

Kathrine

It’s the day before our trip. I work through the morning at Mugs & Books, paying some bills and placing some orders. Becca is minding the front of the store, and Claire is preparing fresh pastries in the kitchen. Once I’ve finished my duties and settled the books, I leave my office to make my girl and me a coffee before walking into the kitchen.

“Hey,” I say, handing her a decaf cup of deliciousness.

“Hey back,” she says, her hands covered in flour.

“What’s on the menu today?”

“I thought I’d make some fried Oreos.”

“Oh my God. You’re going to make everyone fat.”

She laughs. “We’ll sell out of these bad boys so fast.”

She takes a sip of the coffee and then places the cup on the counter before scratching the top of her nose.

“Uh-oh. You’ve got a little bit of flour right there,” I say, pointing to her nose.

“Where?” she asks. “Here?”

“No. Here.” I tap the side of my nose, making her put flour on another spot.

She catches on. “Kat,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Get it off.”

I laugh and walk over with a towel, but just as I go to clean off her nose, she dips her hand into the bowl of flour and rubs it on my face. My mouth falls open. “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, but I did.” She grins.

I nod, likeokay. Game on. Looking around, I see a bowl of whipped cream. I snatch it up and dip my hand in. “Kat,” she says in warning, backing up.

“Where are you going?” I ask, slightly tilting my head.

“Do not do that,” she says right when I sling my hand, hitting her above her eye. Whipped cream gets in her hair and drops down to her lashes.

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