Page 38 of Fall Into You
“…everything…” he says over and over again in my ear. He tells me I’mfucking everything.
One of his hands slides in between us, and he touches me rightthere. I gasp and throw my head back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Like that,” I say desperately. “Don’t stop.”
He grunts against my neck, squeezing my bottom with one hand and touching me with the other, his movements below me growing frantic, faster, as I feel him as close as I am. He tells me he needs me to come with him, that he needs to come inside me, and with a final thrust, I fall with him, holding each other tightly as the final bursts of pleasure run through our bodies.
THE LATE-MORNING LIGHTspills into Liza’s bedroom as I wake to the incredibly hate-inducing sound of my alarm. It almost ruins arguably one of the most perfect mornings I have had in years—or ever, if I’m being honest.
My arm is wrapped lightly around her waist while she sleeps soundly. Her naked back is pressed against my chest, and I marvel at how small yet so strong she feels in my arms. My nose is pressed into Liza’s hair, inhaling her sweet coconut scent, feeling it reach every corner of my body, soothing any previous concerns I ever had about us. Last night was the defining moment in our relationship, where we both cut the shit and decided to commit, to stop doing it halfway. Sure, it still meant that we weren’t ready to announce it in the family newsletter or anything, but it was enough for us to determine that we’re committed, that the feelings we have for each other aren’t lukewarm—they mean something.
I told her she meant everything to me.
I flush as I realize just how close I came last night to actually telling her that I am in love with her. I’m glad I had the sense and self-restraint to be able to silence the urge—though, it wasn’t easy. I definitely feel it, but I don’t want her to freak out. Last night, she said that what we had was a lot for her—too much, even—so I want to keep the confessions to a minimum for the time being.
I don’t want to move, to ruin this moment, but I need to stop that horrible sound before it drives me insane. I make a move to remove my arm from around her waist but am met with a groan and a hand that pulls me back to her. I chuckle at her resistance.
“Whatisthat?” she asks. Her breathy voice brings back memories from last night, from when she begged me not to stop, when she told me how much she liked it. My stomach tightens, skin heats, fingers aching to touch every inch of her soft skin.
“My alarm,” I croak. I sigh and reluctantly start to get up, but she pulls me back in once more, rolling me onto my back, burrowing her face in my neck.
“Mmm, you smell so good. Like Matt and cedar and sex,” she says, and I laugh and dig my fingers into her hair, holding her to me as I kiss the top of her head. I want to grab her by the hips, have her straddle me and ride my cock, but the screeching coming from my phone is keeping me from fully enjoying this moment.
“Leave it,” Liza says, reading my mind as her hands trace my collarbone.
I kiss her bare shoulder with an open mouth, feeling how soft she is, tasting her, one hand skirting down her stomach, reacquainting myself with her body after last night. She bites down on my shoulder to stifle a moan as I reach the apex of her thighs, and I wish she would just let me hear her. I love her sounds. I remember them as they bounced off her bedroom walls last night, driving me crazy, egging me on, making me harder with every single one until I couldn’t handle it any longer.
She arches against me, thoroughly enjoying the movements of my fingers on her, and I smile mischievously. I remove my hand from her just as she starts to build, and I get up from the bed.
“What the hell?” she asks, sitting up.
I laugh and run a hand through my hair. I love seeing her frustrated, needing me. “I’ll be back. Just need to turn this stupid thing off.”
She whines and looks up at me in frustration with pleading eyes. Her hair is disheveled, but she looks like a goddess, hair wild, curling just below her breasts at her waist. It is a serious case of sex hair, but it suits her.
So tempting.
“One second,” I say, chuckling. “I’ll be right back.”
I kiss her lightly on the lips, as if we’ve been doing it for years, running my knuckles over her cheek. She grabs my hand by the wrist and turns her face to kiss my palm softly. Warmth spreads through my chest, and I want to shake her for making it so goddamn hard for me to walk away from her, even if it’s just a few feet to turn off my alarm. The tenderness of the moment causes something to catch in my throat, and I try unsuccessfully to swallow it down with a gulp.
Finally, I manage to pull myself away from her and walk to where I left my clothes by the entrance, in search of the cock-blocker extraordinaire—my phone. The floor is in complete disarray, littered with clothes and shoes, both hers and mine, memories of last night’s frantic undressing flooding my mind. I smile as I rifle through my pockets and find my phone, finally turning the culprit of the sound off. I scoop all our clothes up in one go, leaving my shoes by the door, and carry them with me.
When I reach her bedroom, the knot in my throat comes back as I see her lying there, eyes closed, looking angelic. Her dark-brown hair is spread across her pillow, and she’s lying on her stomach, sheet low on her back. She hears me approach the bed, and her eyes fly open. I dump our clothes on the chair by the door and crawl back into bed, hypnotized by her broad smile.
“You’re back,” she says, craning her neck up, lips searching for mine. I press a chaste kiss on her lips and smile, my chest tightening with happiness over the fact that I get to do this with her all the time now. I slide under the covers next to her and spin Liza in my arms to face away from me. I want to get back to those first few minutes of absolute bliss I felt when I first woke up this morning, when I was barely conscious, only the thought of her skin and her scent on my mind. I wrap her in my arms again, pressing her close to me, and kiss her bare shoulder, dragging my nose back to her neck where I place another kiss. She sighs and looks over her shoulder at me, eyes flickering to my lips. I laugh softly and oblige her wordless request, kissing her, slowly parting her lips, dragging my tongue against hers, and it’s like a spark to tinder. My grip tightens around her, and she moans in my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. I was at a half-mast before, but I’m rock solid now, my hunger for her seemingly insatiable even after the three rounds of sex from last night.
Liza’s hand reaches behind her to hold me, squeeze me, and I thrust into it as I continue to kiss her, her body twisted in my arms, my right hand playing with her nipples, tugging, pulling, twisting. Her head snaps back, pushing her breasts harder into my hand, and I love how much she enjoys a little pain with her pleasure.
She squeezes me a little too hard for comfort, and just as I’m about to roll her on her stomach to teach her a lesson, there’s a knock at the door followed by the doorbell.
I freeze.
“What are you doing?” she asks. “Don’t stop.”
“There’s someone at your door,” I say, stating the obvious.
She looks at me again with the same expression she’s used so many times before, the one that tells me she’s questioning my level of intelligence. “Just keep going. Who cares? Ignore them,” she says, reading my mind from before and rolling herself onto her hands and knees.
