Page 34 of Fall Surprises
When I shattered, it was with his name on my lips, pleasure sparking through every nerve ending as he worked me through it, drawing out every aftershock until I was boneless and gasping.
He kissed his way back up my body, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Still with me?"
"Barely." I pulled him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. "Your turn."
I pushed him onto his back, enjoyed the way his eyes went wide as I took my own journey down his body. When I took him in my mouth, his groan was gratifying. His fingers tangled in my hair, callused from years of knife work, gentle despite their strength.
"Sam—God—you don't have to—"
I pulled back just enough to say, "I want to," then took him deeper, using my hand to work what my mouth couldn't reach.
"Stop, stop," he gasped after a few minutes, pulling me up. "I need to be inside you. Please."
He rolled us over, settled between my thighs, and paused, holding my gaze as he pushed inside slowly, giving me time to adjust. The stretch was perfect, just the right side of too much, and when he was fully seated, we both stilled, panting.
"You okay?"
"More than okay." I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Move. Please."
He did, setting a rhythm that started slow and deep, building gradually as we found our pace together. His hands gripped mine above my head, fingers interlaced, as he drove into me with increasing urgency.
"Been wanting this," he panted against my neck. "Wanted you under me, around me, wanted to hear you say my name like that—"
"Gus—" I was close again, impossibly, the angle hitting just right.
"That's it. Come for me, Sam. Let me feel you."
When I fell apart the second time, he followed me over with a groan that vibrated through me, my name on his lips like a prayer.
After, we lay wrapped around each other, my head on his chest, his fingers combing through my hair. Neither of us mentioned tomorrow. Neither of us mentioned Sunday.
"The wedding," I said unnecessarily.
"Yeah." His arms tightened around me. "We should get up."
"Five more minutes." I pressed closer, threw my leg over his hip.
His hand immediately found my thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin like he couldn't stop touching me. "You're not helping my self-control," he murmured against my neck.
He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."
"But what a way to go."
He rolled me onto my back, kissing me slow and deep. "Tell me you're still sure."
"About this? About us?" I traced patterns on his chest. "I'm all in, Gus. No hesitation."
"Good." He caught my hand, brought it to his lips. "Because this changes everything."
"I know."
"What happens after the wedding?" he asked quietly.
"We'll figure it out." I kissed him, trying to convey everything I couldn't say yet. "We have to."
In ten hours, Raven would walk down that aisle and tomorrow I'd be packing my rental car for Denver. But rightnow, with morning light creeping through the curtains and Gus's heartbeat steady under my palm, none of that seemed to matter as much as this moment.
As much as him.
