“Our lives,” she corrects herself, biting her lip. “If
you want us.”
Holy Christ. If I want them?
I want them both.
I want her so completely that I couldn’t even
imagine not having this new life that goes with it.
And I could not desire this child any more if it
was my own.
I hold her tightly in my arms and bring her to
the bedroom, because now I want to make love to
her.
I want to give her everything I have without
asking for anything in return.
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Erin
Patrick sets me down gently on the bed without
ever taking his lips off of mine. I’ve wanted him so
much in these months that I’m shaking like an
idiot from the emotion and the anxiety. I feel
invaded by him, with his body so close to mine
and the heat rising from it, that burns my skin.
The way his eyes are devouring me shows me
how much he truly wants to make me his. From all
of this intensity of us being together.
As if we had just become one person in this
moment.
His kisses are needy: Patrick bites my lip until it
swells and becomes red, then lets up on this sweet
pain letting his sensual tongue run down the lip,
only to suck me in with his greedy lips.
