“I never wanted you to see me out of control like this. I need to be by myself to get a handle on it,” he said. It broke my heart that he still felt this way.
“No, you don’t.” I sank down, taking him back inside.
He inhaled sharply as his head dropped forward to my chest.
I cradled his face between my palms, lifting his face to mine. Wiping the tears from his cheeks, I kissed each one. “I love you, Luke. I don’t want you to be alone anymore. Let me in,” I whispered against his lips.
“Lily—don’t stop.” His eyes burned into mine as I rode him slowly, gently. His hands tightened on my hips, then caressed up my ribcage to glide softly over my breasts, over my face, then into my hair. With a light tug, he brought my lips to his and kissed me tenderly.
“I want all of you. The happy and sad, the angry and scared. Everything. It’s all I ever wanted.”
He gripped my hips in his big palms, and I gasped as he stood up, driving himself all the way inside me. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. “I’m taking you to my bed.”
I did as he said, and he walked us to the staircase and up. We were still connected. Each step ground him into me in all the best places until I was almost mindless with the feelings coursing through my body. I wound my arms around his neck and held on. I loved how his big body felt against mine as he moved. But feeling him inside me, finally back where he belonged, was euphoric.
He was all I could see as he walked us through the huge upstairs hallway to his room.
He stopped at his doorway, pressing my back against his door as he thrust up into me.
“Yes, Luke.” I gripped his big shoulders and writhed against him as we came together against the door. He buriedhis face into my neck with a soft groan, slid out of me, and shifted me up higher with his hands on my behind.
He looked at me with a grin and opened the door behind me, took a few more steps, then let go so I fell to my back on his bed. He knelt between my legs, lowering himself over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head. I tucked my legs against his sides as he kissed me deep, tangling my tongue with his own.
“I’m not done,” he said between kisses. “That was too fast. I haven’t had nearly enough. We can talk after.”
“Are you with me now?” I whispered.
Something primal that I had only ever felt with him flowed between us as our eyes met. He whispered back, “I’m with you, Lily. I’ll never leave you. On my life, I swear it.” Then he kissed me again.
He took my hands in his and held them, interlacing our fingers as he entered me slowly. “You feel so good. You feel like home,” he whispered.
“Luke...” My breath hitched because I felt it too.
Home.
I was finally where I was meant to be. Tears spilled down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop them. One of his hands let go of mine and wiped them away. But the other hand held tight, and I knew—I knew—that he was never letting go again.
“I love you, Lily. I never stopped, and I never will. You have me back, you have me.” I felt his labored breaths against my ear as he whispered those words. The hand at my cheek moved down, between our bodies.
“Come with me again.” He gave me what I needed to push me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he thrust harder.
“Yes,” I cried into his mouth. His tongue touched mine, and I felt myself come apart. But he wasn’t done giving me more, faster, even harder. I jolted with each thrust, ran my fingers into his hair, and held on tight. My head flew back asit hit me. He buried his face into my neck and shoved his arm around my hips to lift them so he could get deeper. I had it all—his weight on me, his hand held in mine. I sighed while his beautiful body surrendered and he filled me.
When I was finally able to speak, I murmured, “I love you too.”
He shifted to his back and pulled me on top of him. I nestled closer. He hugged me tighter.
“I had no intention of leaving you,” he finally said. I nodded and moved to lie on my side next to him. He rolled over to face me. “I didn’t intend to do a lot of things, Lily. But leaving you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I let years slip through my fingers.”
“That’s over now,” I insisted.
He shook his head. “Is it?”
“Where are we?” I kissed his chest, right next to a jagged little scar.
He grinned. “In my bed.”
“Yep, all naked in your bed. You’re not leaving this time. I won’t let it happen. Plus, you’re getting help, and that makes a huge difference.”
