Page 10 of Come Apart
I move towards her until I feel the warmth of her body.
Her eyes still on mine, she wraps her arms around my neck.
"I think you like my particular brand of awful," I murmur. "I think it makes you wet."
And I kiss her. Hard.
Like I've been wanting to for the last fifteen minutes.
My hands slide up her sides and she arches into me, a soft moan escaping from her mouth to mine.
"Alyssa..."
"I like the sound of that ‘Alyssa.’" Her hands slide down to my shoulders and I let her push me onto the carpet.
She shifts her body onto mine, straddling me.
I grip her hips.
"We're going to have this conversation eventually," I point out.
"Later is eventually." She lowers her body onto mine, her legs squeezing my own, her chest pressing against mine.
She kisses me hard.
I stifle a groan.
All I want is to be inside her again, until she's screaming my name and digging her nails into my back.
"After we talk," I force myself to say, breaking the kiss.
She huffs out a frustrated breath.
"Fine." She rolls off me and flops onto the carpet. "Okay. Talk."
"It's a good talk," I reassure her.
She narrows her eyes at me.
"Likely story."
"I love you."
"Okay, it's starting off good," she concedes.
I smile, but it fades as I speak.
This is important.
"I really do want a life with you. I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning. The last thing I see every night."
I prop myself on my elbows so I'm closer to her.
She's so beautiful. But that isn't what draws my eye.
Or, at least, not all of it. I want to stare because...it's Alyssa. My Alyssa.
Those blue eyes, that soft skin, the light hair...that's all my Alyssa.
