Page 50 of Until We Meet Again

Lying in my bed, one arm under my head, the other by my side, I find myself staring up at the ceiling, reflecting on today and what it means. Tessa's giving me something today that I didn't know I needed—the chance to claim her as mine and be the only man who's been inside her.

I want her—crave her. I want to fuck her until she soaks my sheets, wrecking her entirely just by showing her what it means to be properly worshipped. But above all, Tessa deserves everything she's been holding out for, and I'll show her that I'm exactly what she's been looking for and that waiting for me was the best decision she's ever made.

Knowing I'll be inside her in a few hours is enough to give me a permanent hard-on, but at the same time, I can't help but be slightly anxious about how this whole thing will make me feel. Even though sex is just that—sex—every moment we've spent together so far has felt like more than that.

I can't deny that I care about her, but I don't want to fall in love with her, even if her smile dares me to. I don't want these feelings to deepen anymore than they have started to, because that scares the living shit out of me. However, the idea of giving her up and letting her go so she can be with someone else makes my gut twist with jealousy. Call me selfish, but I can't share her with anyone else.

What's mine is mine, end of.

Once I've had time to get my head together, I'm up, showered, and cooking up a feast in my kitchen. Bacon, pancakes, strawberries, muffins, chocolate, syrup—you name it, I've got it.

I place two mugs of coffee on the dining table and hear a knock on the front door. Walking toward it, I swing it open, locking eyes with Tessa—fuck me, she's beautiful. My mind instantly shifts to the real reason she's here. I was the one who insisted that we do this in a certain way. I wanted to create an experience for her so that it would be forever etched into her memory. But now here I am, not giving one flying fuck about breakfast when all I want to do is lay her out and eat her instead.

"Morning, sweetheart."

"Good morning," she says, her eyes mirroring my every thought.

I take her hand, linking our fingers, and lead her into the dining room. As we walk in, her gaze is drawn to the perfectly laid table, which has two empty plates. However, hers holds a single white rose, which serves as a reminder of the purity that's about to be shattered.

"Is that for me?" She's the most adorable yet sexiest woman I've ever met, and I can't help but laugh—not at her, never at her, but simply because I find her so endearing.

"Of course it's for you."

Her beautiful blonde hair falls around her face like a halo, framing her like an angel as she lifts the rose to her nose, inhaling the scent. "Thank you." I pull her chair out for her, and she carefully takes a seat, looking around the table in wonder.

"This looks way too good to eat."

"I disagree," I say with a grin as I sit across from her.

"I'm talking about the food,” she says, looking up at me with that sexy little grin, and I almost give in to my temptation right then.

"And I'm talking about you."

"If you keep saying things like that, Professor, we'll never finish this breakfast." My hands flex as she smiles at me, the tension pouring through my body. I mask it and grab my fork,imitating her and biting into the bacon that I have to admit I cooked perfectly.

"So, did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

"I was frustrated, but that was entirely your fault." I watch a smirk form on her face, and she groans as she takes a mouthful of her now-smothered-in-chocolate pancake. "God, this is so good." I find it impossible to look away from her, and with each passing second, my frustration grows.

We finish our food in silence, and I set my cutlery down. Looking up to face her, I watch as she wipes some chocolate off her lip with her thumb before putting it in her mouth and sucking it off.

"Fuck this.”

I push all the plates to the other side of the table, reaching for her and hoisting her up out of her seat before she crawls across the wooden surface. Our lips collide, and my hand moves into her hair, gripping hard to keep her mouth firmly against mine. I pull down her black tank top, rubbing my thumb around her tight nipple while panting against her open lips.

"Fuck, Tessa, I had more planned for you before we did this." In between kissing her, I try to speak.

"It can wait." She's as desperate for me as I am for her, and the need to bury myself inside her grows.

I toss her over my shoulder, prompting a shriek from her lips. I carry her to the stairs, takingtwoat a time, allowing my hand to run over her perfectass before lightly slapping it, then firmly grasping a handful of it in my palm, earning an excited giggle from her.

I set her down in front of me, and I have to take a few seconds to settle my mind and slow myself down. In my head, I'm ready to fuck her so damn hard that she gets wet tomorrow just from thinking about how my cock feels when it's inside her, but I have to go at her pace and make sure she definitely wants this.I'venever taken someone's virginity before—at least not that I'm aware of—and I'm pretty sure it's something I'd know about, so while this is a major deal for her, it also means something so much deeper for me too.

"You're sure?" I tenderly brush my fingers through her hair, finding the rush that touching her gives me.

"I'm sure—like, a thousand percent sure." As I gaze down at her, she speaks again, but in a whisper that barely reaches my ears. "But I'm nervous."

"If it gets too much, we'll stop." I tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and she nods in agreement.

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