Page 88 of Until We're More

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Her hands drifted up my arms, her fingers moving across the hard lines that’d come from hours in the gym, along with eating a bunch of boring food. She moved to my pecs and gave them a squeeze, then felt her way down to my abs, going lower and lower, before tracing the line of my obliques to where they disappeared into the waistband of my boxer briefs, making those endless hours of work worth it.

“So? What’s the conclusion?” My voice came out tight, my body silently screaming for more of her touch. “Real or fake?”

“One hundred percent real.” She slid her arms around my waist, bringing her warm skin to mine. “The guy.” She raised on to her toes and kissed me. “How much I love him. This moment.”

My heart, my chest, every inch of me filled with how much I loved this girl. “Well, you’ve had your turn. I think I’d better conduct a more thorough examination of you now.” I reached around her and, with a flick of my wrist, unhooked her bra. “If you’ll have a seat on the bed.”

The bra slipped to the floor as she moved to the foot of the bed and did as instructed. Then she leaned back on her palms, giving me an eyeful of her awe-inspiring body. I knelt in front of her and ran my palms up her shins, up the insides of her thighs, her gasps spurring me on.

I slid her panties down and off her legs and replaced my hands with my mouth.

“Have you made your conclusion yet?” she asked on a shaky breath as I licked the spot where her thigh met her hip.

“Yeah. I’m one lucky bastard, and I don’t deserve you.”

Chelsea pushed her fingers into my hair, then she gripped a fistful and jerked my head back so our gazes could collide. “You do. You’re a good man with a big heart.”

“One that’s all yours.”

She smiled and tugged me toward her, and I gladly crawled over her, pressing her into the mattress and sealing my lips to hers.

The sweet taste of her mouth was like coming home after a long day. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she said. “And my body really missed yours, so I need you inside me like, right now.”

“Let me just grab a condom.” I reached for my jeans, but she caught my arm.

“I’m on the pill. I decided to start taking it a little over a week ago. Right before…”

Before the worst week of my life, one I didn’t want to dwell on. I cupped her cheek and brushed my thumb over her soft skin. Just when I didn’t think this night could get better. I recaptured her lips with mine and then pushed inside her, groaning as her slick heat enveloped me.

She arched her hips, meeting my thrust. “I thought we’d already perfected this, but it feels even more amazing, having nothing between us.”

I meant to verbally agree, but all I could do was groan. I gripped her hips and tilted her body up so I could hit that spot that drove her crazy. I thrust into her again and again, basking in the keening noise that encouraged me to take us higher and higher, until both our bodies were covered in a sweaty sheen and the room was spinning around us. I clung to her, my center of gravity shifting until it was entirely made up of her.

“Liam, I…” She held on to me as she came apart, her walls gripping me tighter and sucking me deeper, and the last thread on my control snapped. I rode the wave and then collapsed beside her. In spite of my jelly limbs, I managed to pull her to me, and then I held on tight. Somehow both our dreams were coming true, and I knew that as long as she was by my side, I could take on any problem, any situation, any anything.

I swept her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. “Move back in with me.”

“Well, I did have an apartment picked out already. It’s not near the beach, and the oven’s yellow, and it’s tiny and smells not quite right. Honestly, it’s kind of a shithole…”

“So you’re saying you want me to move there with you?”

She laughed. “I suppose only one of us should have to move, and since you already have everything you own at your place… Plus, we already know all the best spots to have sex there, although this whole childhood-bedroom-thing is hotter than I expected. Maybe we’ll have to try mine sometime.”

“Deal.” I squeezed her tighter to me. “Did I mention that I love you?”

“You did. But I don’t think it’s something I’ll ever get tired of hearing.” She rolled to face me. “Speaking of, though, I believe I was promised that I could talk for hours.”

“Bring it,” I said, and then she smiled and started talking, and I sank deeper into the mattress, thinking that life didn’t get more perfect than this.

Thinking about what my dad said about love lasting longer than belts and fame.

Since I’d loved Chelsea in one way or another for more than a decade, I knew that in this case, it’d be forever, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

Epilogue

Chelsea