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A smile played on my lips.
“Why haven’t you had a serious girlfriend? Or gotten married? It’s been so many years.”
“Because I’ve only wanted one woman—you. No one ever measured up. No one was as beautiful, smart, creative, sweet?—”
“You’re deviating…” she warned, eyes narrowing and her voice trailing. She paced for a few moments before standing still, facing me, her gaze directly on mine.
“Do you still love me today? Right now?”
“Yes.” I didn’t need one single second to think about it.
The flush on her neck and the nervous pick of her fingernails told me I had rattled her with my simplistic reply.
“Why didn’t you tell me everything sooner?” she asked, her voice softer.
I scooted to the edge of my seat, thinking she would come toward me, but she didn’t. I remembered her rule, and I stayed seated.
“I know I’ve hurt you throughout your life in so many ways, and I can’t say I’m sorry enough. I’ll spend the rest of my life being sorry. But I want happiness, and I’ll never be happy until I have you. And if you allow me to be with you, I’ll dowhatever it takes, whatever you want…I can’t let you slip through my fingers again.
“I should have told you every day, shown you so many years ago, how much you mean to me. I don’t deserve your time, much less your affection. But my God, do I want it. I crave it more than breathing, more than?—”
She straddled my lap, leaning us against the couch. Her arms rested on my shoulders. Her lips met mine softly, tentatively. Without hesitation, I curled my arms around her and let my tongue push between the seam of her lips. She was soft and pliable as I pulled her body closer into mine. She moved atop me, the friction quickly becoming unbearable. Our mouths clashed repeatedly, a dance we didn’t have to practice. There was nothing to learn, instinct driving every move. Passion dripped from her kiss, and I poured my love into each press of our lips.
I was fully erect when she pulled back, gasping for air. I kept my arms around her, sliding my hands up and down her back. “Bram,” she whimpered, and I lost control.
My hands came up to cup her breasts over her bodysuit, kneading them in my hands. Their weight in my palms was perfect. “Stop me now if you don’t want this,” I murmured clearly, but didn’t give her any warning before I jerked down her bodysuit and bra. Her lush breasts spilled out in front of my eyes.
She said nothing, but let her mouth fall open, and her head tilted backward, thrusting her tits closer to my mouth. I was unable to resist them, and I groaned with her as I wrapped my mouth around one of her tight, pinkish-brown nipples. I was a man possessed. I took her into my mouth over and over, licking, sucking, and tugging with my teeth and fingers until she was pressing down harder against my erection.
“That feels so fucking good.” She exhaled, and I smirked, letting her breast pop out of my mouth.
“I’m gonna make you feel even better, sweets.”
I hadn’t called her that in so long, and the endearment seemed to embolden her further. Her hand came between us, resting on the crotch of my pants. She rubbed her palm gently against the impossibly hard bulge, and I looked down in time to see her hand undoing the belt of my uniform.
“Can we move to the bedroom?” I asked, unable to think about our first time together being on a living room couch.
She stopped and stood, fondling her breasts, enjoying every track of my eyes against her movements.
Fuck. Me.
I pressed her along toward Grams’ old bedroom, but at the last second, she pulled me into the back bedroom—her old bedroom—the one where she’d written those journal pages that I’d memorized.
The thing I loved most about what she’d written wasn’t that she’d elaborated about wanting me to deflower her. I was flattered by that. But my favorite part was the section where she talked about how much she loved my laugh. How she knew I was quiet, but that all the best thinkers were. And how she hated when I made jokes about myself, or when she overheard the girls at school saying I played too hard to get. She’d preferred to believe I wanted quality, not just a nice piece of ass.
She’d been right. It was true then, and it was true now.
I stared at my Julianna, her tits bared to me, her face and neck flushed with our frenzied emotions. “I have to see all of you again,” I whispered, letting rough fingers slide over her smooth skin. She shivered a little and nodded her consent as I peeled her jeans down. She was so fucking delectable. I wanted to crawl inside of her and never leave. My hands roved over her waist and trailed down her hips, something I could easily do without awkwardly bending down because she was so tall.
She was my equal, my match, the one worthy of the world—I’d spend however long I needed to give her everything she ever wanted from me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Julianna |October 21, 2024
When I thought about how our reconciliation would go, I hadn’t envisioned so much of what happened in the first ten minutes. I’d hoped and prayed he would admit he loved me again, but what guarantee did I have?
Yet I felt the truth of what he said when he touched me. He loved me, and I loved him.
