Page 44 of Hold Me Closer
"Say it," I growl as she leans down, pressing her lips next to my ear.
"Come inside," she breathes before nipping my throat.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I growl, my dick immediately turning to steel as I palm her ass.
We barely make itover the threshold before I've got her pinned to the front door, running my hands all over her gorgeous body again. Christ, I can't believe all of this is mine. I can't believe we're here. I can't believe she's looking at me like she is right now.
"Kiss me," I breathe, boosting her up in my arms to straddle me.
I don't have to tell her twice. Her lips come down on mine as I slip my hand between us, raking her dress up her thighs. In seconds, I've got her panties out of the way, and my fingers between her legs.
She squirms beneath my touch, her needy clit swollen and aching already. She's so fucking wet already, still soaked with a combination of our juices. Something about that is damn sexy.
"Teo," she moans, throwing her head back against the door.
"Quiet, butterfly. They'll hear you."
"Don't care. Keep doing that."
"You mean this?" I grind my thumb against her clit, making her gasp and shake. "Or this?" I press two fingers inside her, curling them up to stroke that sweet spot deep inside.
She shouts my name, clawing at my shoulders as she comes undone around my fingers, mewling like a little kitten. Goddamn, that sound. This moment.Her.This right here is everything.
"I love you," I breathe against her ear.
She gasps, her eyes flying open wide.
"Maybe I'm not supposed to say it yet. I don't fucking care. It's true, butterfly. I never stopped. I love you."
"Teo." Tears well in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Every single minute of the last six years, my heart was yours. I love you too."
"Christ," I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. I was wrong a second ago.Thisis everything. Her. Those words ringing around us. This is peace. And goddamn, it's beautiful.
I kiss her again, stroking that sweet spot. She gasps and mewls, flying right back to the edge for me. So responsive. So fucking sweet.
"Take my cock out, butterfly," I whisper against her lips.
She's an inventive girl. She doesn't even use her hands, instead tugging my sweats down with her feet against my ass. My cock springs free, the hard bastard immediately pointing toward her perfect pussy.
"God, I love that sight," she moans, staring unabashedly. "Come inside, Teo."
"Little minx," I growl, lining up at her entrance when my dick twitches, eager to obey. She grins at me, her eyes dark and heated, a little glimmer of mischief in the depths. And fuck, I missed that sight. She was always so playful with me. I love knowing she never lost that. That we haven't lost it. Even after all this time, it's still there, naturally falling into place between us.
I lock eyes with her, falling still until she focuses on me. I want her full attention, want to command and adore her. And I want her to hear me.
"I love you, Nadia Mikhail," I murmur when she settles, staring at me intently. "I've always loved you. And I will always choose you."
I thought I was doing that back then—choosing her, putting her needs first. But I went about it all wrong. Not this time. I understand now what I couldn't then. I'd never been withouther. I'd never experienced life without her at my side. I didn't comprehend the emptiness of walking through life alone, of having everything and still feeling like not a goddamn thing mattered.
She was always smarter than me, though. Even back then, she understood what waited without people to ground us. How lonely it could be. How goddamn little it mattered. Her perfect future wasn't just her perfect future—it was ours. It was never my dreams she was putting first. It was ours. I just didn't understand.
I get it now. And I won't fail us again.
"I love you, Teo Kirby," she whispers.
I surge forward, filling her in one deep thrust.
She cries out, my name ringing out around us.
