Page 69 of The One for Forever

Once I’m fully seated, he runs his hands over my legs and stomach. I bend forward to kiss him. My hair falls across his shoulder, and he cups the back of my neck, holding me there.

Rex is inside me. Finally.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks.

“Incredible.” I move my hips, loving the way he’s filling me.

“Is it as good as you hoped it would be?”

“So much better.”

“For me too. I had dreams about this. You riding me.”

I suck in a breath, sitting up slightly, and we both moan at the movement of our bodies against each other. I’m ultra-sensitive. “When did you dream about me?”

Rex pulls me close again. His chest hair tickles my breasts. “Started a few weeks ago.” He nips at my mouth. “Wanted you so much. And now you’re mine.”

“You didn’t have to wait as long as I did,” I point out wryly.

“Didn’t I?” He brushes my hair back from my forehead to see me better. “For years, I didn’t want to admit how lonely I was. I was…treading water. Told myself I wasn’t ready to find someone new, but I think maybe Iwaswaiting. I just didn’t know I was waiting foryou.”

When I rock against him, the movement is deep and steady. Rex’s fingers press into the flesh of my hips. Our eyes stay locked. I want to remember everything about this. Every word he said.

After a while, he rolls us over so he’s on top of me, but we don’t break our rhythm. I wrap my legs around his waist. His thick cock strokes inside my channel again and again, so much pleasure I can’t think straight. He takes my hand and presses my palm flat to his chest. As if he wants me to feel how hard his heart is beating for me.

He rolls us again. I’m back on top, but he’s fully in charge this time. Moving my body against him. Building up the perfect amount of friction I need. “Rex, I’m…oh…”

“I’m close too. Let me hear you come. That’ll push me over the edge.”

I gasp and moan as I climax, and his fingers tighten on my hips, digging in. He shouts, and his cock pulses inside me. We keep rocking against each other, trading open-mouthed kisses as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced courses through me.

Is it possible to be this happy and make it last? I have to believe it. Because I don’t want to lose this exact, perfect feeling.

I’m in love.

I’m in love with Rex. The realization takes my breath. At times over the past ten years, I thought I might love him, but I didn’t truly know him. Not the way I do now. I know how devoted he is. How funny and sweet and sexy too. I know his doubts and his secret loneliness. How he makes love.

Now, I know exactly what’s at stake if I lose him.

19

When I wake up, I feel Quinn snuggled against my side. Her breathing is deep and regular. I open my eyes, and there she is. Golden hair spread over my pillow. Long eyelashes and pouty lips. Vibrant even in sleep.

She’s the first woman I’ve ever had in this bed.

We’ve started something real. I just wish I could see where it’s going.

Moving carefully so I don’t jostle her, I reach for my phone and check my messages. It’s later than I realized. Quinn and I slept in. But then again, we were up late. My morning wood stiffens as I think about what we did.

After that first round of lovemaking, we got up and made strawberry shortcake. We fed each other, kissing between bites. And then I fucked her against the kitchen counter.

I want her again. I can’t get enough.

But I’m going to let her sleep. I tried not to be too rough with her last night, and she’s still recovering.

I don’t have any new messages from Bennett or West Oaks PD. There’s a missed call and text from Cliff. Looks like he wasup early this morning. The preview of his text says,Hey Dad, how’s Quinn? I just wanted to…

Clearly it’s not urgent. So I don’t open the message or listen to his voicemail. Immediately, I feel like an asshole. Before this thing with Quinn, I would’ve been eager to hear anything from Cliff. It’s rare enough that he contacts me instead of me having to hound him.

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