She sucks in a breath and blushes, the kind that starts low in her chest and climbs upward.
Something shifts then, something in me, something reckless, something primal.I pull her closer, my hands sliding down her waist and travelling low, fingertips catching the hem of her dress.She gasps softly, the sound fluttering against my mouth.
“Nate…” she warns lightly, laughing when I nuzzle her jaw.“We’re outside.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughs, breathless and bright.“We’re at your parents’ farm.”
“I still don’t care.”
She looks up at me, dark blue eyes wide but shining, that wild edge to her smile that destroys me.Then she whispers, “Okay.”
I kiss her hard, it's hungry and desperate.Like, I can’t get enough of her.She pushes back against me, her hands in my hair, mouth opening under mine like she’s been waiting all day for this.
I guide her backward until her back meets the rough bark of the maple.She shivers, not from the cold, but from the way my hands trail down her thighs, lifting the soft layers of her dress.
“I don’t have anything on me,” I murmur against her lips, breathing her in, our eyes locked.
“Ok,” she whispers, tugging me closer.Her voice is warm and certain.I swear I'm almost broken from how much I love her.
Her boots dig into my back as she wraps her legs around me.
Her dress is hitched up high.
Her breath is warm and uneven against my ear.
The world narrows to her.
Her mouth.
The way she gasps when I push inside her, tight, warm, welcoming.
“Fuck, Tess...”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, nails dragging along my shoulders.Her grip is tight.
The field is all gold and fire around us.Leaves drift from the branches above.Her hair gets tangled in my fingers.Her mouth finds mine again and again.I move with her like it’s the only thing I know how to do.She clings to me like she’s trying to pull me inside her soul.
“Look at me,” she gasps.
I do, and I amruined.
Because her eyes...God, her eyes.They hold every version of the life I didn’t know I wanted, staring back at me.When she falls apart in my arms, it pulls me with her.Her name leaves my mouth in panted gasps.When it’s done, she melts against me, her forehead against mine, breath warm, lips brushing my cheek.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I close my eyes.“I love you,” I breathe back, holding her tighter, grounding myself in the one thing that feels real.
And somewhere deep in my chest, something settles.
Something dangerous.
Something certain.
This is it.
She’s it.
