Page 281 of Falling Backwards
“I’ll tell you later,” he shudders out, coming forwards.
Later works for me.
Now, our breaths huff out of us as we thrust together for the first time.
Then the second time, a little unevenly, completely wonderfully.
I clutch at his back as, “Oh, babe,” escapes me.“Oh my….”
“I know.”He keeps himself braced on one arm, takes hold of my thigh with his other hand.“God, I know.”
In another few seconds, we’ve found our rhythm.And we get lost in it.
I get lost in him.
Time slips away and I get completely lost in the heated and heartfelt way we kiss, the way he sounds when my fingertips sink into his spine and hair and then jawline, the way it feels for us to be doing this.Just like when he was giving me his fingers earlier, he feelsso damn goodwith me—even better than I imagined he would.Better than anyone ever has, ever could.
I have to tell him.
“Luke,” I scrape out of our kiss, “I’ve never felt anything as good as you.”
His gaze catches on mine, hazy and arresting.“I haven’t either,” he tells me.“It’s like I’ve missed you worse than hell even though I’ve never had this with you.”
A wild, breath-stealing truth.
“That’s exactly how it feels,” I agree.
Our mouths meet again, then again, just like our hips, like our touches on each other’s body.I wrap a leg around his and manage to draw him impossibly closer.One of my hands settles in the dip of his lower back.His fingers by my head tuck under to hold the nape of my neck.His other ones travel from my thigh to my waist, my stomach.
And beneath his touch, I feel it again:beautiful.The places I thought were too much or too soft don’t matter.What I used to think were imperfections don’t matter.
He groans it past my lips: “You’re so beautiful.”
I begin to thank him, but my voice wisps away from a sudden swell of emotion and from the sliding splay of his hand up over my chest.It goes farther still to pull the closest bra strap off my shoulder, and he drops a hot kiss there.
I’m not sure which of us starts reaching around under my back to the clasp of this last piece of clothing we hadn’t bothered with yet.We work together to get it undone and pulled off of me.Then my breast is fully cupped in his hand and his mouth is rushing down to it and, with a breathless sound I can’t keep in, I’m given a hard shove closer to the edge of all this pleasure.Between this moment, him working me up earlier, and how he feels in me now, I’m already not far from losing my mind.
It has never been like this for me.
Sex, touching, simplymaking out—none of those physical things have ever unraveled me so quickly or intensely as they do with Luke.
It really is like my body has missed him even though it never had him before recently.
I hate to tug his mouth off of me, but I want to kiss him, so I do it.I kiss that mouth and his cheek, his jaw.To the tune of his heavy moan, I kiss the place on his neck where I can feel his heartbeat thumping.I kiss his collarbone and, for the first time in my whole damn life, hope I’m doing it devoutly enough that it’ll leave a mark.
An even deeper moan from him now.His hand flexes around the back of my neck as his thrusts go a little harder.“Magnolia.”
Even though my voice doesn’t beg him to keep that up, my hips do, chasing the pleasure that won’t stop mounting.
He drops kisses over my hair until I finally move my mouth up to his again.Our kiss slides deep past parted lips.He props himself up more and his hand goes from my chest to my hip, his seeking thumb pressing there—briefly, though, because—
Hisname fires out ofmefrom his touch going low between us, between our hips, right where I didn’t think I’d need it.
And I fall apart.
Unstoppable sparks go all through me as I grip his arm and mindlessly fling my other hand up against the headboard and catch the brush of his mouth to my ear, the warm and rasping urge of his voice through the noise of my uncontrollable lungs.
“Oh, God, Maggie.Baby, I feel you.Come for me.”
