Page 148 of Off the Grid

We kiss. Our tongues dancing, slipping in and out of each other’s parted lips as I enjoy every slow, deliriously intoxicating grind of my hips into her.

“So good,” she murmurs against my lips. “Feels so damn good.”

I cup the back of her neck with one hand with my other on the globe of her arse as we move together.

Her action is my reaction.

My exhale is her next inhale.

We don’t need words. We don’t need to direct. We know each other’s bodies now. We know each other’s minds.

And I know that every time I touch her, she only thinks of me now.

That I’ve erased his touch. That I’ve shown her how good this can feel when it’s right.

And fuck is it right between us.

My forehead is against hers, and it moves ever so slightly with each thrust. This—us taking sex slowly—is so different. We’re usually a frantic mess. Enjoying the high. Chasing the orgasm—the end game.

But this time? This is enjoyment. This is reveling.

This is fucking perfection.

This is . . . love?

Fuck. Is that what this is? Have I fallen for Camilla Moretti?

My breath hitches as I lean up on my elbow and look at her. Her eyes meet mine and I’m fucking sucker-punched with what I see in them.

Trust.

Love.

Desire.

Her. Just fucking her.

“What?” she murmurs, her smile soft.

“Nothing,” I say and slant my lips over hers.

We lace our fingers together, just like our bodies are—and apparently my fucking heart is—and I get lost in her.

Isn’t that the one thing I haven’t had to question in all this? How easy it is to get lost in her? To be with her? To want her?

“Come for me, baby,” I murmur. “Just for me.”

And this time when I come, it’s powerful but poignant. Instead of the sharp crescendo that hits and dissipates with my decelerating heartbeat, it feels like it burns through me, marking my veins with its heat. Marking me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

Her lips meet mine one more time. A smile spreading wide when we part.

Thank you.

She gave me this night when I needed it the most—to forget about what I’m about to face.

And unknowingly gave me so much more.

A “more” I’m not one hundred percent sure what to do with.