My breath comes in ragged bursts, every other sound muffled and smothered, tremors running down my spine as Sab enters me again and curves his body around mine.
His arms cage me, his chest to my back, bed creaking, sheets twisting, flesh colliding with that subtle, savage intent he’s apparently so good at.
We’re a tangled mess of pent-up emotions.
Of newfound honesty and trust.
I swear to God, I start to black out from it.
No.
I can’t—can’t miss a moment of this, and as the first shiver of release bears down on me, I press my fists to the bed and force myself up.
Sab catches me, curling an arm around my abdomen, taking my weight, holding his rhythm.
He buries his face in my neck, biting me there before his mouth moves to my ear. “I dreamed about fucking like this. In my head, though, I was always where you are. Never knew it could be so good from the top.”
I did. From the second I met him, I knew anything we did together would be like this. But I’m beyond speech again. Beyond anything but pushing back against him, my vision swimming, and choking out a warning I’m about to fall off a cliff.
Sab makes a rough noise—half groan, half gasp, and he slows down, grinding the pleasure from us both, deep and devastating, every thrust propelling me higher and higher until I spiral into one last tumble of sweet bliss, and I don’t come back.
I come so fecking hard. Into absolute silence, save my heaving breath. Sab’s name is a prayer on my lips, but I don’t let the crazed shout escape me, and I’m glad of it. That I get to hear him break apart too—his growled French curses, his full-body shudder. The bitten off moan that shatters me all over again as we become nothing but shivers and synced heartbeats.
I’m ruined.
Destroyed.
I’ve never come like that. With my whole fecking being.
There’s nothing left of me. I slump against Sab and he holds me up, murmuring French against my jaw as I slowly return to earth.
Takes me a minute to catch on that he’s switched to English. “You okay? You need to lie down?”
Probably. But I’m so content in his arms I don’t want to move. Lucky for me, Sab gets it, and I’m on my back before I know what’s happening, dazed as he strokes my face.
“I need to tell you something.”
Wariness creeps into his dark gaze. “Okay.”
“That night we spent together, when you fell asleep. I’ve never done that with anyone else—not in my bed. I should’ve told you then how I felt about you—I should’veknown.Can’t believe it took me thinking you’d done a bunk to knock some sense into me.”
Sab shifts a little closer, if such a thing is possible. Quiet for a moment, processing. Thinking. I don’t know. I’m so dizzily tired now I reckon I’d have my head in the sink if he wasn’t here to anchor me.
“You thought I’d left?” He says eventually. “Like your dad?”
I hum an affirmative. “Not sure I put the pieces together at the time, but probably.”
He’s still grazing his thumb over my cheekbone. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I was hiding at Tam’s.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’d have figured that out for myself if I’d looked beyond the end of my own fecking nose.”
“I deleted my FlingIt account too.”
“I know. I got rid of mine in the car on the way over here.”
Sab’s thumb stills for a beat. Then restarts, with the added bliss of his free hand splayed across my belly, his legs tangled with mine as he eases me into a closer embrace, and I sink into his effortless comfort with a low moan.
“You’re so good at this part.”
