“So are you.” I press a kiss to his chest.
He hooks two fingers underneath my chin and lifts my face to his, capturing my mouth in a kiss that has me moaning around his tongue.
“Sit for me,” I whisper breathlessly, pulling my tingling lips from his.
He moves up the bed to the headboard and turns, sitting back against it. The blue of his eyes glints, and he grabs hold of my hips as I slide one leg over his hips to straddle him.
“I want to feel every part of you,” I whisper.
He nods in understanding. “Me too. It’s safe. I’d never put you at risk.”
“I knew when I met you… the way I felt… this energy that ran through me the first time I looked into your eyes.” I stroke his jaw, my gaze softening. “I was so scared of what accepting it meant that I blocked it out. I ignored everything my intuition was trying to tell me.”
“Hallie,” he murmurs, stroking my hip bones with his thumbs.
I press my lips to his.
“I’m so sorry it took me this long.” I position the head of his cock against me. “So sorry,” I repeat as I circle over it, allowing the fat tip to stretch me as I take the first inch of him inside me.
The groan that leaves his throat sends an army of butterflies raging in my core.
“Thank you for being so patient.”
I sink down another inch, and his eyes flare with desire.
“Thank you for never giving up when you knew all along it was always meant to be us.”
I circle my hips and try to push down further, but my body struggles to accept his size.
A hiss leaves him as I circle and stretch around the first couple of inches I’ve managed to take. His look of awe sends a rush of warmth from my core, and I try to sink down again.
“That’s it, Baby girl. Just a bit more,” he groans.
The sexy husk in his voice acts like a key, allowing me to sink down until our bodies are fully flush.
“Jesus,” he chokes, tipping his head back.
Every muscle in his upper body goes taut as I flutter around his long, thick length.
His grip tightens on my hips, his eyes dropping to where he’s buried inside me.
“I’d have waited an eternity for you.”
He lifts me by the hips, staring at the wetness coating his cock before he pulls me down and buries himself inside me again with a rough groan.
“You’re everything I gave up hoping for a long time ago.”
I run my hands down over his straining chest as he digs his fingers into my hips like he’s trying to hold back. His eyes stay locked on my face as I curl my fingers through the short hair on his chest. It’s thicker on the side without the scars.
He squeezes my hips, lifting me again, and encouraging me to start riding him slowly.
“Hallie,” he utters.
I hold on to his shoulders as I work with him, moving in deep, slow strokes, our breath mixing in the tiny gap between us.
“You’ve never felt like someone’s first choice, have you?” I whisper.
My heart cracks as something shifts behind his eyes before he blinks it away.
