Page 131 of Finding Storm

I’m pretty sure I lose consciousness for a moment; it’s that powerful. I fall forward onto her, unable to keep myself upright, catching my weight with my arm, pumping my dick in and out of her, riding out my orgasm.

My mouth seeks her, and I kiss her. Our bodies shuddering, still moving together, slowing.

We’re sweaty, our skin sliding against each other, like our tongues are doing.

And I can’t get enough of her.

I’ve just come harder than I ever have before in my life, and I don’t feel done. And neither does she by the way her hands are still moving all over my body.

I’m inside her, and I still want her so fucking badly.

I’ve wanted her since the moment I met her.

I can’t imagine not ever wanting her.

And I can’t see how I’m going to be able to drive away from her tomorrow.

I don’t want to.

I really don’t fucking want to.

I pull back and stare into her eyes. “Come with me,” I blurt out. “Come to LA with me. Move there with me. Live with me.”

I stare back at him, shocked.

Of all the things I expected him to say, it wasn’t that.

Move to LA with him? God, I want to.

My heart really wants to. She’s over the fucking moon, elated and beating wildly.

But my head … my stupid, practical head says no.

The B&B. Gran. Dad. Beck. Penny.

I can’t leave them.

Especially not Gran. She needs me here to help run the B&B. And I owe her everything. She paused her life to help Dad raise me and Beck, and not once has she ever asked for anything in return.

I know she would encourage me to go.

But I can’t. I can’t leave her.

He must see it in my eyes because his expression dims.

I place my hands on his cheeks, loving the feel of the bristles of his stubble against my palm. “I … can’t. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have asked. It was too much.” He moves his eyes from mine.

I can feel him pulling away from me. I’m not ready for him to leave me yet. He’s still inside of me, for God’s sake, and I’m not ready for it to end yet.

I just need a little more time.

“No,” I tell him, pulling him back to me. “It was everything.”

His eyes move back to mine. I press my thumb to his lips, tracing the contour of them.

“I just … I can’t leave Dad, Beck, and Gran … the B&B. I would come with you to LA in a heartbeat if I could.”