Page 157 of You're The One
We fall back into the same position. Her back to my chest, our legs tangled. I toy with her nipples, then trace a slow path down her stomach, between her thighs, and back again.
When she’s trembling in my arms, I quickly roll on a condom and slide into her with one deep, careful thrust.
“Fuck,” I mutter into her hair.
She exhales shakily, clutching the arm wrapped around her chest as my other hand works slow, steady circles over her clit.
Her head tips back against my shoulder, and I kiss her throat. Then suck. Wanting to leave a mark.
I’ve never had the urge to mark anyone before, not like this. But everything’s different with her.
We move together—messy and tender and a little desperate.
“You’re too quiet. It’s weird. Talk to me,” she pants.
I chuckle but murmur against her ear, “I love you. You feel so good. Sofuckinggood, baby.”
She whimpers and tightens around me. When her body starts to shake, I hold her through it, pressing deeper, chasing my own release.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
“Not gonna,” I promise, groaning as her nails dig into my forearm.
Her orgasm pulls me over the edge with her. I press as deep as I can and let go, burying my face in the curve of her neck as I come.
I stay inside her as long as possible before sliding out and taking care of the condom. By the time I climb back into bed, she hasn’t moved, so I draw her close, our bodies still damp with sweat.
I kiss the spot beneath her ear. “Move in with me.”
She huffs a quiet laugh but doesn’t immediately shut me down like I expect. I’m ready with a whole list of reasons why it’s crazy fast but makes perfect sense. Surprisingly, I don’t need it.
“Okay.”
“Really?” I push onto one elbow and look down at her as she rolls onto her back. Her hair’s a mess, her eyes soft with sleep.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I kiss her once, then again, because I can’t help it.
“Yeah… I mean, you’re right, it is crazy. But it feels right. And I’m gonna trust that feeling.”
“So fucking right.” I brush my thumb along her cheek.
How close did we come to missing this? She’d been right under my nose, just out of reach the whole time.
Every choice stacked, leading us here. ToYou’re The One. To me finally finding love. To her.
Fuck. Maybe I do believe in fate.
Her finger trails over the bee tattoo on my chest, my favorite now, before she leans up to kiss me.
I cup her face, holding her there a second longer. When she pulls back, I press one last kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“So…” I drag my hand over her arm, brushing across her wrist. “If you’re moving in, maybe we could start the whole making it ahomething.”
She grins. “I like that idea.”
“I was thinking”—I thread our fingers together—“we could go shopping. Tomorrow. Bright and early. Pick out stuff for the house. Maybe some new furniture. Something cozy. Oh, throw pillows. Blankets?—”
