Page 86 of The Path To Us

I slide my hands down, cupping the flesh on the underside of her ass, squeeze, almost lose my mind at the feel of her in my hands, lift, guide her legs around my waist, and slam her against the closed door.

She cries out.

I moan and growl and make noises I’ve never heard come from my throat.

I want to skip every step and make her mine.

But even more, I want to take my time with every step and go slow, making her mine in a way that she’ll know that it’s not just for tonight or tomorrow or the next day. It’s forever and once I have her, I’m never letting her go. Not that I’m ever letting her go now.

Don’t take her against the door.

Don’t take her against the door.

Don’t take her against the fucking door like a maniac who can’t control himself.

I grind my hips against her center and she moans, fingers in my hair at the base of my neck and nails scraping.

I hold tight, not wanting to release her or touch anything but her. She squeezes her thighs around my waist, hooking her ankles together and I slam a hand against the door to keep my balance. Addy’s gasp fills the space between us and her head joins my hand on the door, neck arching to give me the perfect area for my mouth to devour her. And devour her, I do. I suck and lick and nibble.

We should have taken our time, made dinner together or at the very least ordered a pizza. Sat down and had a beer or soda and talked.

But I can’t stop.

Especially with the sounds she’s making and the way she feels and tastes.

Fuck me, but her taste. So damn good.

I groan and suck the lobe of her ear into my mouth and grin when she squirms against me, the heat of her center pressed against my hardness.

“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Beau,” she pants.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go to my room. I need…”

“What? What do you need?”

“You.”

I smile widely, loving her answer more than words can say. So I decide words aren’t needed. It’s time to act. “You already have me. In fact, I’ve been yours for a long time.”

“Prove it.”

Keeping her in my arms, I walk us through the living room and down the hall. The entire time she places soft, short kisses all over my face and neck and I do my best not to allow my knees to buckle and slam us into a wall or worse, drop her.

I cross the threshold into her bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her.

“I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago,” I take a deep breath, eyes on her, “I love you.”

“What?” she breathes, and I know that she knows I mean it in a different way than the way I’ve said it to her before.

“I. Love. You. Do you hear me? I’m in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?”

“Most definitely. Have been for a long while now. I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” she challenges.

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