Page 66 of Meet Me in the Vines
“Take me back to bed, Donovan,” she whispers, her arms wrap around my neck. I lift her up and hold her in a cradle, her lips dotting kisses along my collarbone. I gently put her down on the bed, and she grabs my nape and pulls me down on top of her.
We don’t talk. I know what she’s telling me by the way her body writhes beneath me. She tugs on the band of my briefs, slowly pulling them down. I help her take them off, tossing them on the foot of the bed.
Our hands move in a delicate dance, memorizing every crevice and curve of each other’s bodies. When our lips meet, passion and fire ignite within us, burning away any doubt or fear from earlier. I taste her with my tongue as her fingers grip my back. Our kiss grows deeper and desperate, like if our lips part, we won’t survive.
Her hips tilt toward my length, signaling me to make a move. I respond, slowly inching my way in, savoring every second as I listen to her sweet mewling noises that escape from the base of her throat. My hands gently cradle the back of her head whilemy fingers fist her hair. She takes me in to the hilt, and our lips finally part.
We breathe in unison, our bodies becoming one. I tremble above her as I lose myself in her eyes, my heart thumping so loud it drowns out our ragged breaths.
“You’re shaking,” she whispers as she presses her forehead to mine. Just hours ago, I had no hesitations about being inside her and letting my body ravage her after years of being apart. We fucked—hard. And I loved every second.
But this? This is different. This is deeper. This is the second chance I’ve longed for. It’s a chance for me to show her how much I love her, and that from this moment on, she’s mine forever.
She rolls her hips slightly as she stares deep into my eyes. I groan at the movement. Lightning strikes through my bones.
“I’m never letting you go, Audrey,” I breathe, my hips meeting her every move now. Her lips crash into mine again as our bodies sync in rhythm, friction building with every thrust.
I capture every moan she slips with my mouth, our bodies pressed so tightly together that I never want to break contact. Her body shapes perfectly into mine, moving as one unit as we chase our climax together.
I feel her walls tightening around me, her fingernails digging into the hard flesh of my back as her tongue swirls with mine. I roll my hips deep into her, pushing all the way in and all the way out as I teeter on the edge, ready for the lights to explode behind my eyes. I coax out every moan from her mouth, fueling into me as I thrust into her heat with a hungry desire.
When our lips finally part, I watch her come undone beneath me, breathing out my name like it’s her last words. She’s breathtaking when she comes for me. Her back arches off the bed and her hips buck wildly, pulsing around my cock to take me over with her.
She swallows my grunts and groans with her mouth, needy and desperate as I spill myself into her. My body twitches with every pulse of my climax, goosebumps erupting all over my body. She takes every drop, clutching to my body fervently as she kisses me with the force of a thousand suns.
God, I’ll do anything for her. I’ll give her the world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make every dream she has come true, no longer letting her hide behind fear.
Her gaze is dreamy and heavy as she breaks our kiss, her face full of color from her climax. I slowly pull out of her, dragging the tip of my nose along her jaw, down to the column of her throat, placing a delicate kiss in the center. It’s a reminder that no matter what, I’ll never hurt her the way Kellan did.
“I love you, Donovan,” she murmurs. I bring my eyes back to hers, a grin forming on my lips. She traces my dimples with her fingers and smiles at me, making my insides flip.
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“Yeah.” She bites down on her bottom lip and nods eagerly, not being able to contain her smile.
“Mouse, you have no idea how much I love you back,” I reply, sealing my admission with a kiss.
Whatever fear or doubt she had earlier stays at bay. We know that this fight isn’t over, but now she knows that I’m in it with her. I shift beside her, and she lifts her head for me to slip my arm beneath it. She settles into the crook of my arm, splaying her leg across my torso. I kiss her hair and stroke the outside of her arm. Her breathing is slow and even, and I tip my chin down to see her eyes closed, sleeping soundly against my heart.
I let sleep take me, praying that her dreams are kind to her until morning.
Chapter Twenty-One
DONOVAN
Cinnamon and freshly baked bread fill my nostrils as I wake slowly from a deep sleep. Muted bass thumps rhythmically in the distance. I pick my head up off my pillow and squint into a sun flare peeking through my window.
What time is it?
Audrey isn’t next to me. Her side of the bed is cool to the touch. She must’ve woken up way before me. I sit up and swing my legs over the edge, checking my phone on the nightstand. 11:00 a.m. Damn. I haven’t slept past 6:30 since high school. I scrub a hand over my face, pausing for a moment to note a faint melody floating in from the kitchen.
I find my briefs at the end of the bed and slip them on. The sound of Audrey’s singing becomes more clear the closer I inch toward the door. I press my ear against the frame and grin at the thought that I’m about to walk into somethingveryentertaining.
Not wanting to draw her attention, I slowly open the door and peer through the crack, giving me a perfect view of Audrey bending over to take something out of the oven.
Her hair is down and undone from sex and sleep. The sunlight reflects off her silky strawberry locks. She’s wearing myt-shirt that rides up as she’s bent over, exposing her delectable peach-shaped ass. Her hot pink panties contrast against her fair skin, making my dick to stand to attention. I adjust it in my briefs as I open the door all the way and tiptoe into the living room.
She hasn’t noticed me yet. Music is blaring from a bluetooth speaker. She’s icing cinnamon rolls on a tray with a butter knife and singing at the top of her lungs to some pop song. Her hips sway back and forth to the beat. Light radiates from every part of her body, as if she were plugged into the sun itself.
