The tingles that used to spread everywhere we touched now seem to form an overwhelming one centered in my chest. Sloan’s hands thread in my hair, pulling me to her, making me groan into the kiss and squeeze her hips. I nibble on her bottom lip while her tongue glides over my top one. She tastes like my favorite beer and smells like coconut, making me almost lose it already.
We kiss as if we have to catch up on a lifetime of kisses.
Which we do.
We lean back to catch our breaths after a long while, which is still a funny feeling. Breathing, holding my breath.
After years that felt like drowning, she taught me how to breathe again.
I look around, noticing that it’s dark and the bonfire is out.
How long have we been out here?
Sloan smiles at my expression, but she shivers. I spy goose bumps on her neck, and they aren’t from our kiss. “You’re cold.”
She nods. “Should we go inside? I have a working heater, you know.”
I laugh as she stands, reaching out a hand to help me get up. Then we climb into the van, closing the door behind us. Putting my crutch down on the van floor takes longer than I like to admit, and I almost choke on a breath when I come up again, turning to Sloan, who stands in front of me in just her underwear.
Beautiful black lace bra and underwear.
“How about you slip into something more comfortable, like me,” she jokes, biting her lips, trying hard not to laugh, but it seems like my brain just short-circuited, and the joke goes right over my head.
She smiles before she tugs on my sweatshirt, so I reach behind and grab the back of the collar, pulling it over my head. I still have a white T-shirt underneath, and she lets her finger glide under it, dragging her nails down my stomach and making me groan.
“Off,” she whispers, her eyes hooded while she pulls it up my body. I lose it quickly, tossing it on the floor before moving straight in to kiss her while I push down my sweatpants, leaving us standing there in our underwear.
She pushes me gently with a hand on my chest so I sit on the edge of the bed, then moves to straddle me. Tonight is important for us. We waited so long to have each other like this.
I feel like I waited for this moment my whole existence.
She always had me. But this is different.
This is real.
And the way it will be for us from now on. This is the start of the life I dreamed to have with her. This is why I fought so damn hard to keep her.
To live.
These last six months have been out of this world for me. I feel alive every time I see her. She gives me more than I ever thought I could have again.
Placing her forearms on my shoulders, her slender fingers caress the back of my neck, fidgeting with the hair at my nape.
“I love your hair,” she whispers.
“I loveyou,” I shoot right back, leaning in to steal another kiss.
Wrapping my arms around her lower back, I draw her closer, her lace-clad pussy now pressing against my cock in my boxers. I want to be inside her so badly. I’ve waited months for this moment, but I don’t want to rush things. I want to enjoy every second of us being together, drawing it out, even if it kills me. I gently tip her chin up with my forefinger, making sure her eyes are on mine, as my other hand moves down to cup her amazing ass.
“What’s wrong, Boo?” I ask because she still seems fidgety on my lap.
“I-I’m nervous,” she admits, smiling shyly while playing with my hair. “We waited so long for this, and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
I huff a laugh.
Disappointed with the most beautiful woman and the love of my life?
Not possible.
