The thought of losing all this stuck like a thorn in my chest, but kissing Wes, touching him,feelinghim soothed it, taking the sharp point of the pain away until all that was left was pleasure and joy andlove.
I’d always thoughtmaking lovewas a weird, outdated way of sayingfucking, but I understood now that it meant something different. It meant this beautiful coming together of two people who were made for each other and only cared about making each other happy.
How was I meant to give it up?
“Still okay?” Wes asked, kissing the tip of my nose.
I must’ve gone quiet.
“Perfect,” I said, slipping my hand under his where it was braced on the bed, linking our fingers together, squeezing tight as he rocked into me, warm pleasure building in the pit of my stomach.
“Not sure I’d gothatfar,” Wes teased, laughing as he kissed me again.
I bit down on his lip as a surge of need brought me right up to the edge, gripping him with my free hand to pull him closer, squeezing to speed him up. The last thing I wanted was for this to be over, but I needed to come.
Wes gave me exactly what I needed without hesitating, biting down on my lip in turn, speeding up until we were both gasping for breath, sweat-slicked skin sliding freely against each other, summer heat and body heat turned up to a furnace.
He tipped me over and followed me down, cries muffled into each other’s mouths as we came together, rocking through tingling aftershocks until it was too much, Wes rolling to the other side of the bed, flopping down on the mattress.
Beads of sweat glistened on his skin in the moonlight, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life than Wes catching his breath, satisfied.
He fumbled for my hand, gripping it tight when he found it, squeezing hard with clumsy fingers, and I felt the squeeze all the way to my heart.
“Hey,” I rolled over, covering his body, bending my head to lick the sweat off his collarbones.
I’d meant to say something comforting about this not being the end, about whatboyfriendsmeant to me, about how we’d see each other again soon and we’d make this work and he didn’t have to be sad, but my voice caught in my throat.
“Hey yourself,” Wes murmured, holding my gaze as I looked up again. “We need a shower.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Or we’ll just need another one. It’d be a waste of water.”
Wes snorted, and the worry and uncertainty faded back again. “Very sexy of you to be responsible about water waste,” he said, grinning.
I loved him so much it fuckinghurt.
“Iamvery sexy,” I said, licking a stripe up his neck.
“You are,” Wes agreed. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not.”
I smiled at that, moving to kiss him, taking my time now that we were both satisfied for the moment, indulging in the feel and taste and scent of the man I loved.
“Telling me Iamis your job, now,” I said, rolling off him again and raising his hand to my lips, kissing his knuckles. “That definitely falls under boyfriend duties.”
“You don’t have to—”
I cut Wes off by pressing my finger to his lips, kissing his knuckles again at the same time to ease the sting. “Too late,” I said. “You agreed to be my boyfriend, you’re stuck with me. Okay? You’re stuck with me. We’re not losing this.”
I wanted to sound confident, but who knew what’d happen to this delicate little fledgling relationship when it had to spread its wings all the way to the other side of the country?
Wes’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, and I could see he was putting on the same brave face I was.
“Okay,” Wes said. “Yeah, okay.”
I kissed him again, because I could, because I wanted to, because Ineededto.
We weren’t losing this. We weren’t.
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