Page 74 of Fight for Me
Then there is nothing between us, just like I want it to be.
“I liked us when we were inexperienced.”
“You did?”
She nods and brushes the hair off my forehead. “We learned together. We grew as a couple, and it was beautiful.”
“You’re still beautiful.”
She shakes her head and moves her hand down my chest. “I don’t mean that way. Although, I’m glad you still think I’m pretty. I mean it in the way that we found each other.”
“And is now that way?” I ask, hating the question the minute it leaves my lips.
“Now, it’s ... different. We’re both different.”
I wish it weren’t the truth, but it is. We’ve both been through things in the last eight years that we can’t pretend never happened. I can’t undo the past, but I can give her what we both want—a future.
“Maybe we are, but I need you more than anything. You make me someone else—someone better.”
Sydney lifts up so our lips touch. “Make love to me.”
“Do we need ...” I look over for a condom, but Sydney pulls my face back to hers.
“Not tonight.”
“You’re sure?”
Her eyes flash with something and then she nods. “It’s fine. I promise.”
Good because I don’t want anything between us. I feel the heat of her as I push inside, her body enveloping me, pulling me deep.
I’ve never felt such pleasure before. Maybe it’s because of everything that happened today, but this time feels like heaven.
Sydney’s eyes stay on mine as I bury myself to the hilt. My entire body feels as though it’s being turned inside out.
I don’t move, needing to hold on to the sensation for as long as I can.
She clenches around me, and I groan, unable to hold back any longer. I slide in and out, both of us panting with exertion. It’s so good. I can’t tell where I begin and she ends. It’s just us—two people who fit together perfectly.
I love her. I need her more than I can ever explain.
The idea of letting her go again is incomprehensible, and I’ll do anything to keep her.
“Declan.” She moans my name as her fingers dig into my back. “I can’t hold on.”
“Let go, Bean. Let go, I have you—always.”
Her head falls back, neck arching and nails scraping down my arms. I slip my hand between our bodies and rub her clit. Sydney’s breathing grows faster.
“Look at me, Syd.”
When she does, there is so much love in her gaze that it has my lungs struggling to find air. She gives it freely, and I take it like the greedy bastard I am. Whenever I felt low, she filled me up, and I didn’t realize how much I needed it until now.
Her eyes shut as another orgasm takes over her, and I follow right behind.
Panting and sated, I roll over to the side, pulling her into my arms, not caring about anything else. I need to hold her, breathe in her lavender and vanilla scent that feels like home.
As we both come down, her hand rests on my chest, and I press my lips to her forehead.
