Page 206 of Falling Backwards
It’s happening now as we sink into a deep kiss.One of his hands is low on my back and his other thumb is swiping as slowly over my scar as our tongues are dancing together, and each brush works to tie my heartstrings into knots.
They tighten when he breaks out of our kiss with breathless words: “You’re the most beautiful thing in this entire world.”
A soft sound is wrenched from me.I mean to tell him that in return, but I only barely get out, “You,” as my lips and tongue go down to the pounding pulse point on his neck.
He inhales tightly at the touch, and again from the languid kiss.
I feel new tension take over his body and the way he moves into my hand.
He rushes out, “I’m gonna….Baby, I can’t handle you.I already can’t do it.”
I can’t believe what that admission does to me.
Nodding in understanding and wanting, I start moving my mouth back to his just as his hands take urging hold of my head again.I advance as he pulls me and our kiss hits hot and heartfelt.
And his end hits him hard.
A moan fires out of him and one of his palms drops away from me and hits the mattress hard.
He stills as he comes, and I carry him through like he carried me, and we leave our kiss so our breaths can hit the air hard.
It truly is electrifying to me.
I’veneverfelt anything like what I feel right now.
Once all is done and I’ve stilled, too, I’m so overwhelmed by him that I’m unable to keep from dropping my head into the curve of his shoulder.I try to prepare myself to only rest here for a second, but his trembly arms go around me, caging me into a hug; he doesn’t seem to mind my weight and closeness.And since he doesn’t let go again right away, I don’t try to pull back yet after all.
I just sigh and fumble to touch some part of him with my free hand, now that I’m not propped up on it.I end up holding his shoulder.
His lips find the first place he can reach too—my hair—and touch a lingering kiss there, and it…all of it, all of this…reminds me in a new way that I’m just….
The words leave me in a whisper.“Luke, I’m so lost to you.”
His arms tighten around me.It makes breathing a little more difficult for both of us, but we don’t mind.We deal with it for many long moments before he loosens the embrace.
When he speaks, his tone is low and warm and unhurried.“I’m lost to you, too, and I love it.”I feel his throat bob with a swallow.“It’s not scary.It’s like…coming home.”
I remember recently thinking about him feeling like home to me.Hearing him say it in his own way about me brings a little sting to the corners of my eyes.
“Yeah,” I agree.“You’re right.”
His lips are still against my hair, allowing me to feel his smile.
I want to taste it.I quit nuzzling his shoulder and make it happen.
After two stamping kisses, he unravels his hug of me and smooths his hands up and down my back.“Thank you, by the way, for…all this.”
I swear my blush is instant.
“Thankyou,” I echo.Then, with a light laugh, “I really didn’t mean for it to go this way when I woke you up.”
He chuckles hoarsely, and it’s a pleasant sound.His amusement actually settles me rather than making me blush more.
“I know,” he says, “and I didn’t mean for it to either, but I’m damn glad it did.”
No, I can’t hold on to too much shyness.
I exhale a quiet laugh of my own and tell him, “So am I.”
