Page 48 of My End
I kissed her there, just beneath her ear. She moaned softly, and my body answered immediately.
“I missed you today,” I said between kisses. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She turned in my arms and pushed me down onto the couch. She sank down on top of me with knees bracketing my thighs.
“I thought you were avoiding me,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, sweetheart. I was avoiding myself.”
She cupped my face. “That’s stupid.”
“I know.”
I surged forward and kissed her like I hadn’t tasted her in weeks. She opened to me with a soft sigh as her fingers dragged through my hair.
I gripped her hips, rolled mine against hers, and the feel of her heat through that thin shirt had me nearly losing my damn mind.
She gasped when I nipped at her lower lip, and I moved to her jaw, down her throat, licking and biting my way across her skin like a man starved.
Her hands slid under my shirt and traced every line of muscle. When she lifted it over my head, I helped, and her eyes darkened the second she saw me bare.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” she whispered.
“Then take it, sweetheart.”
She peeled her shirt off slowly, no bra beneath, and my breath caught.
She was fucking perfect.
I kissed every inch of her I could reach, as I lavished her breasts with attention until she was writhing in my lap. I slid my hands up her thighs, gripping tight, feeling the tremble in her as I slid her panties to the side.
I sank two fingers into her, and she cried out, clinging to my shoulders. She rode my hand, her mouth hot and open against mine.
“Tilly,” I groaned, “I need you.”
She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.
“Then have me.”
I lifted her and laid her down on the couch. Slipping off her panties as she watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. I dropped my pants and knelt between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs like a goddamn prayer.
I licked her core slowly and deeply until she was begging with her hands fisted in my hair as she shook beneath me.
Then I climbed over her and slid into her heat in one long thrust that had us both gasping.
“God, Tilly,” I breathed. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
She moaned and arched as her legs wrapped around me.
We moved together like we’d been made for it. Like the world outside that room didn’t exist. I kissed her hard and deepas I drove into her, with her cries and my groans blending into the sound of us falling apart.
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I realized something terrifying and real.
I wasn’t leaving her behind.
I wasn’t walking away from this.
From her.
