Page 278 of Falling Backwards
No one else ever has.
Our kisses end on heavy breaths as she tilts her head around into my hand.I tongue my way down to her pulse point, the chaos of which only offers more proof of her loving this with me right back.It makes me groan.I savor the place with a kiss because it’s mine, then slip my finger from her only to push it back inside with another.
“Luke,” comes again, drags rapturously through her breathless panting.“Yes.”
Can’t believe I’ve gone all these years without that.Can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time not making her say my name like that.
I remember how she said it that night in my bed, when she came just from having my hips on hers while we kissed.The memory moves like wildfire through me, sends the heel of my hand firmly against her while my fingers keep up their measured thrusting—I want to nudge at her most sensitive spot and Idoand themoanthat bursts out of her, the way her knees weaken for just a moment—fuck,it makes me even harder for her than I’ve already become.
I don’t know how I can want to touch her this way forever and also want so much more.
“You have any idea how perfect you are?”I rumble against her warm skin.“How perfect you feel to me inside and out?How fucking perfect my name is coming out of your mouth?”
She doesn’t answer except to gasp, to send her hand stumbling down the wall to the skinny table as her hips keep rolling against my hand, to snake her other fingers up from my neck and through my hair, holding my face near hers.
Another groan escapes me.I keep my touch unhurried and steadily pressing between her thighs despite how shaken up I am.
My lips brush up to her jaw.I taste it, earn a shiver from her, nearly shiver myself.
My voice falls to a hush as I tell her, “You’re perfectfor me, Magnolia.”
Just like that, she’s nodding.Again and again, she nods, gasping anew.
And my heart is blazing.
She all but whimpers, “I know I am.”
My heart isblazing.
“I think I always—” A soft noise catches in her throat.“No, IknowI always have been.”
My heart is blazing and about to explode from my chest.
God, I wastedsomuch time refusing to let myself feel this way over her, and it’s a shame because it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever known.
I love her so much.
I want her so badly.
Everything she is, everything she has, I love and I want.
Thinking about her words, how she feels on my fingers and against my body, the way she sounds—it’s got me so hot for her that I’m starting to sweat.
“You’re right,” I say near her ear.
She whispers, “And you’ve always been perfect for me.”
Her fingernails are against my scalp again.I do shiver now.“Yes, I have.”
She turns her face around and up and takes my mouth in a kiss so sweet it burns.
I can’t name the sound I make as I kiss her back.
Then I can’t keep from stumbling out, “Maggie, I wanna—I wanna feel you more than this.I’m fuckingdyingto feel you more than this.I want you in my bed and wrapped all around me.But is that something you want, too, or do you only—?”Sincerity wrings at me as much as desire does.“I swear to God, it’s okay if you don’t want more.I’m not gonna be—”
My words choke away as she unexpectedly turns around to face me, causing me to pull my fingers from her and out from under her dress.I splay my hands over her waist, losing heartbeats over how she’s going for the buttons on my shirt.
Her lips are still close to mine, and she sighs shakily against them.
