I shudder at the way she says my name, throaty and needy, like I’m the only one who can give her what she needs. Gently, I push her onto her back and in one steadymove, press into her wet heat. I groan, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
When I’ve buried myself to the hilt, I grind myself into her, watching her face as I give her clit friction. Her hands come up to clutch my biceps, looking small.
“I feel you,” she sighs. “I feeleverything.”
“Me too,” I mutter. I’ve never been this close with someone, able to feel every ridge, every tremor so perfectly. Knowing the same is true for her weaves arousal and desire through me.
I pull out almost all the way before coming home again.
“It’sneverbeen like this,” I rasp.
Her mouth opens on a silent gasp, only single, unintelligible syllables escaping. A moment later, her walls squeeze, threatening my early release. Every muscle in my body tenses in an effort to hang on, give her what she needs, before I lose my mind completely.
It takes only a few more pumps. She quakes around my cock, body shivering beneath me as her fingernails dig into my arms. Her eyes are locked on mine. I cup her face and drag kisses along her jaw as she comes harder than any before.
When she stops shaking, she fists a hand into my hair, tugging until I meet her eyes. My thrusts grow erratic and jerky, control slipping as I give myself over to pleasure.
“I” —it’s a whimper, and she tries again— “I love you.”
Those three words from her mouth make it impossible for me to hold back anymore. I drive myself into her again, basking in the way her walls continue to squeeze me tight. I spill into her with a shudder, groaning into her mouth. She moans my name. Another shiver runs through her, walls clenching tight as a second release washes over her.
“I love you,” I exhale into her neck as my hips slow to a gentle rock. “I love you.”
We’re both breathing heavily as I lie on top of her. I’m still inside her, and even though we’re both sated, it feels so good. Neither of us moves for a long time.
“Did you swim today?” she asks after a while, kissing my neck.
“First thing this morning, why?”
“I love the way you smell.”
Huffing into her neck, I say, “I love the way you smell. Pear and citrus.” I nuzzle into her more and inhale. “And sweat.”
A trickle of our mingled arousal drips out between us.
“The sheets are getting wet,” she says.
“Let’s run a load of laundry before we leave in the morning,” I say, still not moving.
“Where are we going in the morning?”
“Home.”
CHAPTER 52
BRIE
A few weeks later,my cheeks hurt from smiling as I drive to my job interview for . . . my job. It’s the full-time position for the third grade class I’ve been subbing for at Blue Ridge Elementary.
Almost everything has fallen into place since that night with Squeakers and the letterman jacket.
After spring break, Tess came back from Nash’s happy and confident. Gia insisted Tess stay at her house for now because “I have the room, and there’s no need for you to rush your apartment hunt and end up somewhere you aren’t happy.”
Lizzie loves having her former teacher as a roommate.
Sawyer and I had a do-over bowling night with Tess and Dev, who surprised us all by winning.
And, I’ve spent almost every spare second with Sawyer since spring break, kissing, laughing, and making plans for our future together. He asks me to officially move in with him at least twice a day, just because he likes hearing me say yes.
