Page 98 of Choosing a Forever
Her body is soft and pliant against mine as she rests her hand on my abs and her head on my shoulder. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in as close as I can. Now that I know she feels the same way, all bets are off. I’m not keeping my hands to myself anymore. I’m going to be touching her all the time. I have over a decade to make up for.
As we watch Mandy Moore and Shane West’s journey of falling in love, I can’t focus. My attention is solely focused on the heat of Mack’s body pressed against my own. The way her curves mold to me, the way her breasts rise and fall with every breath in that freaking outfit.
I try not to look, but each time I glance at her face, I get a clear view down her top, and my dick hardens further.
Her hand trails dangerously close to the waistband of my pants. When I look over at her, her gaze is firmly on the screen, but there’s a flush to her cheeks.
“Mack,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Hm?”
“Your hand.” I swallow. “It’s close to… you know.”
“It can’t be comfortable to be this hard for so long, Bear. Can I please take care of you? Let me return the favor from the other night.”
I’m shaking my head before she even finishes her sentence. “It wasn’t a favor. If anything, you letting me taste you wasthe favor. It was a dream come true, Firefly. I don’t need anything from you.”
“What if I’ve dreamed of tasting you? What if I’m dying to know whatyoutaste like?”
I feel myself leaking at the thought of having her mouth anywhere near me. My voice is strained when I reply, “Are you? Dying to know what I taste like, I mean.”
“Yes.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Mack, if you put that gorgeous mouth anywhere near me, I’m going to come in five seconds and embarrass myself again.”
“The only way to boost your stamina is to practice.” Her hand trails down and brushes over my erection, andI let out a pathetic whimper. “I won’t push you, Tal, but I want to do this. I wantyou.I’ll go at whatever speed you need. Please don’t worry about being embarrassed. I just want you.”
Turning my face to look in her emerald eyes, I see the desire and truth in them. I see how serious she is, and I’m helpless to deny my wife anything. I can’t exactly complain about her wanting me.
I cup her face and take her mouth in a needy kiss, pouring all of my eagerness into it. Her tongue parts my lips, and the wet patch in my underwear grows at the taste of her.
“I’m nervous. You’re clearly experienced, and I’m—”
She cuts me off with a kiss. “I may have more experience, but I can guarantee you whatever we do will be the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
She nods enthusiastically. “Lean back, Bear. Let me take care of you.”
I lie back on the pillows as the movie plays in the background, all but forgotten. She helps me take off my shirt before kissing me once, then trailing her soft lips down my chest and my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
When she reaches my waistband, I lift my hips as she slides off my shorts, leaving my underwear on.
She licks her lips when she sees the wet patch on them, then her eyes snag on the swirl of ink on my right thigh. Her eyes dart up to mine, curious and full of questions.
“Tal… is that—”
“Yeah.”
“When did you get it?” Her fingers trace around the ink of her name and the delicate image of a firefly. The ink is still slightly raised, but it’s healing well.
“Almost two weeks ago.”
Her eyes widen. “Before you…” her cheeks flush, and so do mine when I think about the night I tasted her.
I swallow, wanting to tell her the truth. “Yes. I wanted to get ‘mine’ in your handwriting, but I didn’t know how to ask you, so I asked Lizzie to come up with a design.”
“Like the Taylor Swift song?”
