Blood roaredbetween Holden’s ears, a flame burning inside him. He could drown in Clara, and he’d die a happy fucking man.
He found her lips again, kissing her. Tasting her. Taking everything that she had to give him and giving it all back.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer. He growled at the feel of her walls hugging his cock.
“I love you, Clara.” The words fell from his lips, so damn overdue. “I’ve loved you for so long.”
Tear gathered in her eyes. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to hear you say that.”
“I’ll say it every day.”
“I love you too, Holden. You own my love.”
His world narrowed to just her. To the indigo of her eyes. The wisps of hair, and all the lines and shadows that made up Clara.
He would spend the rest of his life loving this woman.
He slid out of her before plunging back in.
The air that escaped her lips was somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. And he felt it too. All of it.
He started moving in slow, deep, rhythmic thrusts as he once again found her neck with his lips…kissing and sucking.
It never felt like enough.
He reached for her nipple and ran his thumb over the hard peak, grazing it back and forth.
Every sound she made was fucking music to his ears.
He lifted her and turned, pressing her to the cool tiled wall, never separating them.
His thrusts became deeper…faster. He slid his hand down her side, and when he ran his thumb over her clit, her entire body shuddered and arched. Her head tipped back, and her eyes closed as a moan cut from her throat.
There was no hesitation or inhibition…this was all Clara, and she was fucking gorgeous.
Her fingers dug into his skin, her head dropping forward and burrowing into his chest. She was close. And he wanted to see her fall. To feel her walls pulse around his cock.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and nipped her lobe. “Let go, honey.”
One more roll of her clit with his thumb, and suddenly her entire body tensed. Her fingers curled around his shoulders and she cried out, her scream bouncing off the walls, her body wrapped so tightly around him, he could barely move.
And he couldn’t take his damn eyes off her. For a moment, he forgot time and place. He forgot everything but her.
He kept thrusting, but too soon the sheer fucking sight of her losing control tipped him over the edge. He growled as he shattered, his head dropping into the crook of her neck, sucking her skin as he continued to move until he had nothing left.
Then, finally, there was stillness. He leaned into Clara, breathing her in as both their chests moved quickly.
When he finally had the strength to move again, he stepped away from the wall and carried her into the shower. He took his time washing her. Exploring every inch of her body as he pressed light kisses to her skin, loving her.
And it was there, under the stream of water while Clara was still in his arms, that she cupped his cheeks. “We’re done running, right? This is it?”
“It’s you and me, Clara. We’re in this forever.”
She studied his eyes. “You’re not scared?”
“I’m terrified. But someone told me to feel the fear and love you anyway. So that’s what I’m doing.”
Her eyes softened and she kissed him again, but this kiss was softer. Slower. A gentle admission of love and a promise of forever.
