Page 71 of Always Been You
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her already drenched.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her ear, then flick my tongue over the spot just below it. She shivers, gripping my shoulders.
“Always for you.”
I smirk. Damn right.
I lower my head, taking her nipple into my mouth, teasing and sucking, my fingers working her at the same time. She squirms, gasping my name, her body arching into me.
“This feels so good,” she moans, her hips moving in sync with my fingers as I curl them inside her, finding that spot that makes her breath hitch.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her skin.
Her fingers dig into my back. “I’m— I’m coming,” she gasps.
I grip her waist, my lips at her ear. “Let go.”
And she does. She trembles against me, gasping and moaning my name as she shatters in my arms.
I hold her through it, stroking her back, grounding her. When she lifts her head, her lips are swollen, her eyes heavy with something deeper than lust.
“Today is all about you,” I murmur.
She surprises me by pushing me back against the tub, her body shifting, her thighs tightening around me. A slow smirk curves her lips.
“Not just me,” she says. Then, with deliberate slowness, she sinks down onto me.
My head drops back. Fuck.
“I love it when you ride me,” I groan, gripping her hips and guiding her pace.
“Yeah?” She moans, rolling her hips, taking her time, and torturing me in the best way.
We move together, skin against skin, water sloshing around us, but none of it matters—just her, just this.
When she stops suddenly, I groan in protest, grabbing her hips and taking over. My movements become faster and deeper, her nails raking down my chest.
Our breaths tangle, her moans pushing me closer, her body clenching around me until she comes again, her head thrown back, gasping my name. A few more thrusts, and I follow, my release crashing into me, leaving me breathless beneath her.
I pull her down, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder, letting my heartbeat settle against hers.
“I love you,” I murmur. “Lynx.”
She stills. Then, barely above a whisper, she says, “I love you too, Ed.”
Something in my chest tightens. I pull back, searching her face. “What did you just say?”
She bites her lip but doesn’t back down. “I said I love you, Edmund Ansah-Montgomery.”
That’s it. That’s all I needed to hear. I could feel it before—deep in her touch, her kisses, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. But now? Now she’s finally said it and now I can go ahead with my plan.
***
We’re on our way back to Louisville, and Lawliss is being strange.
“Why are we riding in the helicopter?” she asks, arms crossed.
“Because I want you to try out everything I own,” I joke, and she chuckles, shaking her head, but I can tell she’s still skeptical. The low hum of the helicopter fades as we begin to descend onto the yacht.
