He lifts me, gently this time, like I’m delicate and might break. He carries me to the bedroom and lays me down. Slowly, he pulls my shirt—his shirt—up over my head. I pull my panties down, feeling the moist fabric pull away.
I let my legs fall apart, revealing the pulsing desire between my thighs. He kneels between them and looks at me, his eyes shining through the darkness.
“You’re everything, Avery. Do you understand that?” His voice is a ragged whisper that buries his words in me. “I had nothing real before you. Just the job, the bag, and an exit plan. And then you handed me a coffee…and that all changed.”
I take his hand and place it over my heart. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He strips off his shirt and pulls down his pants, exposing every scar and hard angle to me. I devour his perfection, his battered masculinity. He settles over me, igniting my nervous system, and presses his rock hard cock against my thigh.
Moisture gushes down my thighs as I feel his skin on my skin. His heat against mine. His muscles against my nipples cause me to whimper. Some deep urge inside me starts to rise up, something unidentifiable but desperate.
Take me, take me, take me,I say in my mind, over and over, as if he can hear me. And like he can, he kisses me. Slow and deep. His tongue dancing across mine with tenderness and lust that has my eyes pooling.
I’m dripping as he enters me, inch by inch. The stretch of acceptance is there, but this time, there’s no pain. My body knows him, opens for him, takes him in. And the feeling of fullness I get when he’s all the way in iseverything.
Chris moans as he moves, slow and deliberate thrusts, like he’s trying to memorize me from the inside. I look down at his chiseled abs and the brutal v-taper leading down to where we link.
And for the first time since I’ve known him, Chris is fully naked before me. Not just his body, buthim.
I can feel the want and lust, but I can also sense just how alone this man has been. How his code and discipline have isolated him from a life worth living. But now, I’m changing that for him.
His lips move up my neck, kissing along my jaw and to my lips, before he’s staring me straight in the eyes, sealing me in place with a new intensity.
“I love you,” he says.
The words come out rough and unpracticed, like he’s never said them before. And I know he hasn’t. This man has never told a woman he loves her in his life.
Just me. The eighteen-year-old with the too-loud laugh and dreams of being a photographer.
Joy grips me like a vise. Tears slide down my face and onto the pillow. “I love you too, Chris.”
He groans, giving himself fully to me. His strong hands slide down my body and grip my hips, angling me upward. The new position is so deep I cry out. He fills me completely, pumping faster, again and again, his forehead against mine, our lips a hair’s breadth apart.
“Say it again,” he whispers, his voice wrecked. “Please.”
I smile, crying as he fucks me passionately, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him as close as he can be, which is not close enough.
“I love you.”
He reacts, driving his hips harder, deeper, causing a tension to build inside me, a knot low in my belly that grows with every stroke. I buck back against him, inhaling his scent, pressing my tongue against his neck to taste his delicious sweat.
Violent lust sweeps through me like a tornado, causing my hips to rise up like an animal begging for more. As he grinds his body against mine, his skin massages my clitoris, enhancing the sensations, pushing me further and further.
“Oh God, oh God…” I whimper, feeling the swollen tip of his thick length find a spot within me that causes my jaw to drop.
My tightness clenches down on him as I feel him swell inside me, his girth threatening to split me in two.
That sensation comes back. Unknown. Unfamiliar. It’s primal. Something I know women are supposed to feel, but already? I know things are moving fast between us, but should I really be feelingthat? Now?
“Come with me,” he growls. I nod feverishly. “I’m gonna fill you up, Avery. Put a baby in you.”
I fracture.Chris, you can read my mind.
My heart springs in my chest. My whole body seizes, my back arches, and my walls clamp down around his thick, pulsing rod. He said it.
A baby. Family.
That’s commitment to a full life with me. No turning back.
