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We both groaned when I was seated deep. Being bare inside her was indescribable. Her warm heat surrounding me, her moans in my ears. There was nothing better. She trusted me. She’d finally let me in.

Pure joy radiated through me as I began to move, slowly at first and then quicker. I kissed her as I moved. It was a slow dance of friction and feelings, one I never wanted to end.

When she cried out, arching into me, her pussy spasmed around me. It took everything in me to hold off the impending orgasm. I wanted to follow her over, but I wanted to prolong it.

I lifted up slightly, angling her thighs over mine as I set a harder pace. Aria was in my bed, naked, and there was no barrier between us. No walls, no trepidation. We were both in this together.

I loved her, and I hoped to God she felt the same way. Aria was the one for me. It was something I knew deep down inside. When I was with her like this, I felt like we belonged together. That there was nowhere else we were supposed to be.

When the tension built at the base of my spine, Aria’s nails dug into my back, and I thrust once, deeper. I dropped my forehead to hers as my orgasm ripped through me. I never wanted to pull out. I always wanted this connection with her.

I wanted her to admit what she felt for me and that maybe, she would be willing to take a chance on me.

I shifted to the side and draped an arm over her. “I’ll get up in a minute and clean up.”

“I thought you were going to go all night.”

I chuckled, feeling more tired than I’d anticipated. There was something about admitting my love to her and then baring my body to her. It had taken all my energy and bandwidth to connect with her in this way. “I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”

I kissed her and heaved myself off the bed in search of a washcloth. After I cleaned up, I returned with a warm washcloth.

I’d hoped we could talk more about what I’d said to her, but she was already asleep. I cleaned her and tossed the wet cloth onto the floor. I gathered her to me, hoping she felt the same and that her silence wasn’t an indication I’d misjudged our relationship.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Aria

We must have been exhausted because we slept through the night. I’d almost expected Finn to wake me up, and I was looking forward to it. Instead, I enjoyed him holding me all night. It was an unexpected treat to have the whole night together.

He’d said he loved me before making love to me. I’d never felt anything like that before, and my chest had been close to bursting with emotion. I hadn’t been able to respond because he’d kissed me, and then I’d fallen asleep waiting on him to return from the bathroom last night.

Now his breath was soft against my shoulder as he slept, warm and heavy against my back. The clock said six o’clock. I needed to get up and ready for work soon.

I hoped Ireland hadn’t come home after her date last night because she’d know I didn’t sleep in my bed. I could lie, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. She deserved the truth.

Finn shifted, and then he kissed my shoulder, his hand running over my hip as I shifted to give him access to my body. I still felt the evidence of his release inside me, but I wanted more.

“I was wondering when you were going to fulfill your promises,” I said lightly.

“I always do what I say I’m going to.” He turned me slightly so that I was on my back, and he moved between my legs. He slid his cock through my folds, touching my clit.

I loved the feeling of him between my legs. His cock was hard, evidence that he wanted me, and I remembered what he’d said last night—he loved me, and I felt the same.

Sex felt more like making love. I lifted my head so he could kiss me. He teased me with the tip before finally sliding inside. He dipped his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, and he expertly used his teeth to scrape and then his tongue to soothe the sting.

Everything felt even better than last night. There was something about the fact that we’d spent the night together in his bed and the sunlight pouring through his curtains that made this moment even more real. There was nothing between us. There were no time constraints. We weren’t worried about anyone walking in on us. It was perfect.

This time, my orgasm rolled through me like a wave. When I crested, Finn followed me over, murmuring how much he loved me and how perfect we were together.

He slumped over me, and I enjoyed his weight pressing me into the mattress. When I felt his muscles tense, I held him tighter, not wanting him to leave. “You know I love you too.”

He lifted his head, his eyes wide. “You do?”

I nodded, feeling a little shy. “You didn’t give me a chance to respond last night.”

His lips twitched. “I was scared you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I do. I love you.” I’d never get tired of saying it. I’d felt like I’d been holding it inside, afraid of his reaction.

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