I slipped a hand between us, my thumb finding her most sensitive spot, circling in time with my thrusts. Her back arched, her eyes flying open as she came apart, my name on her lips like a revelation. The way she let go, trusted me completely with herbody, it was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced, and I’d forever remember it.
The sight of her pleasure, the feeling of her tightening around me, pushed me over the edge. My release hit me like a thunderstorm, intense and all-consuming, leaving me trembling above her.
For several long moments, we stayed like that, connected, breathing hard, my forehead resting against hers. Then slowly, carefully, I withdrew, disposing of the condom before gathering her into my arms.
She curled against my chest, her body fitting perfectly against mine as if we’d been designed for this very moment. Her palm flat against my still heaving chest.
“That was worth waiting for,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my chest.
I laughed softly, stroking her hair. “If I’d known what I was missing, I wouldn’t have wasted years fighting with you.”
“Yes, you would have,” she said, looking up at me with a smirk. “You’re too stubborn not to.”
“Look who’s talking.” I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. “But you might be right.”
She settled back against my chest, her body relaxing into sleep. As her breathing evened out, I found myself thinking about how perfectly she fit in my arms, how right it felt to be here with her.
It scared me, this feeling. It was bigger than anything I’d felt before, intense in a way that had nothing to do with physical release and everything to do with the woman in my arms.
But as scary as it was, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. For the first time in my life, I understood what Nash had been talking about all those years—that feeling of finding your person, the one who makes everything else make sense.
As I drifted toward sleep, Cassidy’s warmth against me, I realized with startling clarity that I was falling in love with her. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t such a terrifying thought after all.
Chapter 31
Watermelon Sugar – Harry Styles
Cassidy
Waking up to Gunner’s mouth between my legs as the pale morning light peaked through the drapes was the best Sunday morning I’d ever had. My muscles ached from the night before because Gunner had been as good as his word. He’d spent hours giving me his undivided attention until we’d fallen asleep for the final time, just before four.
“Gunner,” I gasped, gripping his hair, making sure he didn’t move his mouth from where I needed it the most. I needed him there because I needed him. When we’d stopped fighting I’d realized he was a decent man, but now, after only a short time of dating I knew so much more. Like this was different from any other relationship I’d had. That he was different from any other man I’d been with. His passion for his family, his home, his job, it made him so much more than the handsome cowboy with the incredible body. It made him the man I knew it would be impossible to forget.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You feel like you’re still riding that horse?”
“Yes,” I said on a long breath. “God, yes.”
He’d fucked me hard, every position he could think of. His big body between my legs as he created magic with his incredible dick. His gorgeously smooth, heavenly big dick.
“You’re so good at this,” I told him as his tongue continued to push in and out of me. “Really good, honey.”
My grip on his hair got tighter when he hummed against my clit. The vibration waved through my body, lighting up every nerve ending and practically shooting sparks through my nipples. At least that was how it felt.
As my orgasm grew I felt like I was floating, looking down on the hottest man alive giving the most turned on woman alive the best oral she’d ever had. Gunner Miller most definitely had a silver tongue.
When I went off the edge of that cliff I went screaming, thrusting against Gunner’s face so hard that he was probably struggling to breathe.
“Amazing,” I gasped, looking down at Gunner who was still between my legs. “You are amazing.”
He grinned at me, his face shiny from my release. “It’s all in the muscle action. In fact, did you know that the tongue is a marvel of human nature.”
“Really?” I lifted onto my elbows and laughed. “In what way?”
“It’s composed of eight muscles, all with a wide range of movement. So, the fact that I’m that good with eight muscles all at the same time says something about the man that I am, don’t you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And who says men can’t multi-task?”
He moved from the bed and padded naked across the bedroom, through a dancing cloud of tiny dust specs in a shaftof light, as I got a perfect view of perfect ass. It was well-defined and muscular and tanned, which gave me pause.
“How come you have a tanned ass?” I called.
