But then—she eases back just a little, breathless, her eyes blazing with something fierce and tender all at once. And whatever it is, I swear I’d level the stars, drown the sky, do anything it takes to keep her looking at me like that.
Her fingers trail down my arm, slow and teasing, until she laces our hands together. And with that same quiet strength she always carries, she tugs me gently until we’re walking down the hall.
No words.
None needed.
Not when she’s leading me to her bedroom—like she’s already decided we belong there, together.
The soft click of the door locking behind us sends a thrill through my chest. It’s not just the privacy—it’s the trust. The quiet invitation.
Berkley doesn’t say a word. She just takes my hand and leads me with quiet certainty toward the bed, her fingers threading with mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is. With her, everything feels that way. Right. Grounded. I’d follow her anywhere.
She turns, eyes soft but burning, and I catch her around the waist, pulling her close and capturing her mouth with mine. Her lips part beneath mine like she’s been waiting for it, and I press into her, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless. My hand finds her cheek, the other sliding low over the curve of her hip. She tastes like warm honey and everything I’ve ever wanted.
We move together, bodies aligning, until we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter. I settle between her thighs, careful but craving. Her thighs frame my hips, and myfingers trail up her sides, feeling the delicate shivers racing over her skin. Her breath hitches, her hands sliding into my hair as I kiss her again, slow and reverent, like she’s something sacred.
Because she is.
Her back arches, pressing us closer, and I swear—for a split second—I feel the earth tilt beneath us. Every brush of her skin to mine sends a charge through my spine. I whisper her name against her lips like a vow. A quiet promise from a man who knows he’s just found the one thing he can’t live without.
Every kiss, every sigh, every whispered touch—etched into memory, savored like something sacred.
I learn her rhythm like a favorite song—slow and sweet at first, then picking up heat and hunger with every pass of her hands over my chest.
She sighs into me, soft and steady, the way waves kiss the shore. It’s not just desire in her eyes—it’s trust. Belonging. It’s the certainty that whatever this is, we’re not walking away from it. Not now. Not ever.
Her hands drift through my hair, and I lean into the contact like I’ve been starving for it. She pulls me down for another kiss, deeper this time. More urgent. The kind that makes your chest ache in the best way.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low as I nuzzle into the curve of her neck, brushing a soft kiss there. “We don’t have to rush this. I’d wait forever if that’s what you need.”
She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, her expression is steady and bold. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you... all of you.”
My breath catches. The look she gives me—it wrecks me. It’s not just lust. It’s devotion. A quiet, unshakable strength that sets fire to every protective instinct I have. I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over her flushed skin. “I’d do anything for you, Berk. You ask it, and it’s done. No questions.”
Her lips curve into a soft smile, one that slips under my skin and settles there like it’s always belonged.
We move together in closeness that only comes from years of knowing, of waiting. My hand slips behind her knee, drawing her leg around my hip. The shift in our bodies sends another wave of heat through me, but I keep my focus on her—every flutter of her lashes, every breath that hitches when I kiss the spot beneath her jaw.
When she trembles beneath my touch, I pause—just to make sure she’s okay. “You doing okay, baby?” I murmur, brushing her hair back gently.
She smiles, breathless but glowing. “Perfect.”
“You gonna be this sweet when my brother’s slide between these luscious thighs?” The words come out a little cocky, a little rough, but hell, I mean every damn syllable.
She immediately looks away, cheeks flushed bright enough to light the room—and I can’t help but laugh. Soft and warm, like I’ve just caught my favorite secret.
“No more hiding, Berk,” I murmur, voice gentling as I reach for her chin and tilt her face back to mine. “We’ve already done the hardest part. We want you—and you want us. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I kiss her again, slow and sure, washing away the last bits of hesitation I feel hanging between us. Because whatever comes next? We’re in it together.
Our hands make quick work of undressing, clothes falling to the floor like afterthoughts.
Now that it’s just the two of us, the urgency is fading, replaced by something deeper. I take my time exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way her body responds to my touch, the soft catches in her breath, the way her fingers trace over me like she’s learning a language she already somehow knows. With her, there’s no rush. Just discovery. Connection. And the quiet, burning certainty that this moment, this closeness, is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Her breasts are round and full, molding perfectly into my palm like they were made for me. I take my time, tasting her skin, letting my mouth close over one taut peak, then the other—savoring the way her breath stutters, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I trail lower, kissing across the smooth plane of her belly, worshipping every inch like a man starved finally given a feast.
My fingers slip through her folds, gliding effortlessly through the slick heat that’s waiting for me. A deep growl rumblesin my chest—I can’t help it—because her body responds to me like a fiddle, playing a fine tune.
