Page 52 of The Marrying Kind
As I swiped my tongue across Austen’s, I prayed that I would have what my parents had. The adventure of being part of a family. And I prayed I’d be with Austen.
But there was no time to talk just yet and find out my fate, because my hands were moving of their own accord, tugging at Austen’s shirt, fumbling with his pants. A year apart was a very long time, and my body was suddenly in a very big hurt.
Plus, there was still the nagging fear in my mind that he might turn me down, and if tonight was the only shot I had, I wanted to spend it in his arms. And under his body. Or on top of his body. I didn’t give a damn how he took me, just that he did. I had missed this so much. This fiery passion between us hadn’t cooled at all.
Our clothes were quickly shucked and my question answered. As Austen practically tackled me to the couch and my legs hooked around his trim hips, he met my eyes with a question. The answer wasyes, of course.Yes, this is okay. His gaze stayed on mine as he freed himself from his pants and slowly pressed inside me.
“Ohmygod,” I mumbled at the welcome intrusion.
His mouth fell open as his expression turned into a look of shock. Then he crashed our lips together as his hips started to rock into me at a demanding pace.
With one hand, he wove his fingers into my hair, then caressed down my neck. He broke the kiss to watch me, like he still couldn’t believe I was actually here. He let out a gravelly sound from the back of his throat and slowed slightly, and I took over, rocking my hips, using the leverage from my hooked legs.
“Ella ...” He groaned as if in warning, but there was no way I was stopping now.
My brain wouldn’t compute such a command. I was dizzy in the best way, drunk on Austen and the way his body was moving inside mine.
“Ella.”
Damn, my named sounded good in that broken voice.
I pushed back from him and then pressed my hands against his shoulders, and he took the hint, sitting back on the couch, his excitement flagging up to his firm abs.
Good gracious, how did I ever walk away from this man?
I stood for a moment, taking him in, standing so close our knees were touching. His shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breaths. As I shook my head, Austen’s brow cocked.
“What?” he asked, curling his hands around the back of my thighs to urge me closer.
“You,” I said, my voice surprisingly throaty. “You.”
He urged me down into his lap, where I straddled him so I could join us once more. Then we both seemed to lose it completely.
Austen hooked an arm around my back and held me close as he thrust off the couch and pounded into me. His lips brushed mine, and I inhaled his warm minty breath as I arched to meet his hips. His hands found my bottom and he gripped into me. It was going to leave marks, he was gripping so tight, and I didn’t give a damn. I wanted his marks. I wanted to be his. To be claimed by him.
Then suddenly there was lightning-hot heat racing through my spine, straight to my core, and I screamed out his name as I shuddered on top of him. He moaned in response, that sound that told me he was right there with me. His body curved and arched into me, his head resting on my shoulder, his arms holding me close like he didn’t want to let me go.
We both stayed glued like that, frozen and breathing hard, totally blissed out. My entire body tingled, and I didn’t want to break the spell.
But eventually, Austen lifted me, gently setting me beside him.
He let out a sharp exhale and scrubbed a hand down his face. “We need to talk.”
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MAKING IT OFFICIAL
Austen
When we managed to clean ourselves up and get our clothes back on, and after I’d chugged an entire glass of water for the effort, we sat back down on the couch, and I knew I needed to be honest with Ella. Consequences be damned.
“So, about that girlfriend thing I said,” she began, looking unsure.
“We should talk about that,” I said in agreement. How the hell was I going to say all that needed to be said? This kind of thing wasn’t my strong suit. “Are you cold? Do you want another blanket? Are you hungry?”
“Austen. Say what you need to say. I can take it.” Ella fixed a determined look on her face and folded her arms across her chest.
I still couldn’t believe she was here. I also couldn’t believe I’d just fucked her on my couch.
