Page 41 of We Can Forever

Michael’s lips find mine again, but I need more. I claw at his shirt, and he chuckles at my desperation, the throaty laugh only making me more eager to explore his body.

Pulling back, he helps me with his clothes. With each layer that falls on the floor, my jaw drops a little lower.

I knew he was fit and he was sexy… But, damn. I’m shocked I’m not blinded by the tight lines of muscles running all over his torso, arms, and legs.

Climbing back onto the bed, he pulls me to him so that I’m right on his lap. We’re both naked, his dick pulsing against my inner thigh.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.” He rakes his fingers through my hair.

“Me too,” I whisper, enjoying the heat gathering between us.

“I…have condoms.” He licks his lips. “And I got them for this, for whenever we found ourselves here. I didn’t get them for anyone else,” he hurries to explain.

“Okay.” I laugh a little bit, though I’m secretly thrilled to hear that because it means he hasn’t been with another woman lately. And it’s not like that would cheapen our experience, but of course it’s nice to hear.

That makes me feel special. It makes us special.

“Yeah.” His warm breath tickles my cheek. “I just wanted you to know that.”

“So…” I bite my lip and reach between us, my hand finding his throbbing length like a moth to a flame. “Are you going to get one?”

He groans in delight and nips my neck. “Yes,” he rasps.

Gently setting me on the bed, he digs in his wallet. My heart picks up, and a bit of anxiety returns. It’s been so long, maybe I’m out of practice…

But, no. That’s not what’s scaring me. It’s the vulnerability of this moment. The step that means that, from now on, there are greater heights to fall from.

There’s more to lose.

Once we do this, my heart will be in this game on a whole new level.

But then Michael sits on the edge of the bed, cups my face, and looks deep into my eyes. Nothing is said, but there doesn’t need to be a single word. He knows how special this moment is, and we have each other to hold on to.

No one will be tumbling away, crashing to the ground.

His lips collide with mine, and this kiss is hungry and electric. He climbs over me like a lazy wave, and we sink into the mattress. Our fingers laced, he enters slowly.

Pleasure ripples through me as he stretches me open. Even in the dimly lit room, everything seems vibrant. The shadows dance, and the air is sweeter than it’s ever been.

Michael kisses my lips. My chin. My throat. We rock together slowly but surely, not in a rush to get anywhere. No one has ever been this gentle with me, and it makes me open up even more.

Pressing my hands flat against his back, I draw him tighter to me. There’s no such thing as close enough, and I long for his every inch to be pressed to mine. Sweat collects between us, a cocktail of our heat and lust. Pulling his lower lip into my mouth, I gently suck it between my lips, then bite down lightly with my teeth while running my nails up and down his back.

Pleasure spins up my core in a spiral. Still, he goes slowly, taking his time—so much that I might go mad. Desperate gasps slip from my lips, and he swallows them with each kiss.

Suddenly, I explode, my soul bursting from my body to be reconstructed in the ether. Michael groans into my ear, the most primal, ecstatic sound I’ve ever heard, and—together—we reach a new bliss.

Closing my eyes, I breathe him in. He’s still above me, one hand cradling my ass and his face buried in my hair. It’s the most perfect moment; if only I could bottle it up to sip from whenever I feel anything close to sad.

“You okay?” Lifting his face, he gazes at me.

The question makes me laugh. “I’m so much better than okay.”

He unleashes that lopsided grin that’s both boyish and masculine at the same time. “I was worried about hurting you. I didn’t know if you were…having any symptoms, you know.”

“No.” I shake my head, touched by his concern. “You didn’t hurt me.”

He adjusts so that he’s lying next to me on his side, the two of us face-to-face. “Good.” He trails a finger down my arm.

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