Page 54 of Unmasking Secrets
My lips claim hers again. Rough and desperate. Teeth and tangled breath, but I’m desperate for her. It feels like I’ve been starving my whole life and now I finally get a taste. My fingers dig into her sides before wrapping my arms around her even more. As if I can pull her impossibly closer. I can’t believe it’s finally happening. After all this time.
We’ve fought this for so long, now that it’s happened, it feels like an act of fate. There’s not a place in this life or the next where I won’t search for her. I will follow her everywhere and find a way to give her everything she deserves and more. This isn’t just our first kiss; it’s like the correct timeline has finally snapped into place.
I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing her even if the world were ending.
When our lips finally break apart, I don’t let go, and she doesn’t unwrap her arms and legs from me either. I don’t think either of us can truly let go of the other. So, I walk us down the hall and into the living room. I sit on the oversized sectional, bringing her down with me.
Her hand trails down my cheek, traces my jaw, and then moves to the back of my neck.
“And now?” Tabitha’s eyes search mine.
“Honest?” She nods. “Now, you’re mine, and I’m yours. From the moment your lips were on mine, I knew it, and you did too. No more fighting what’s been building between us for years.” I run my thumb over her lip. “No more hiding our feelings.”
My lips capture hers, and her body rocks against mine. I try my hardest to ignore my cock hardening beneath her. As much as I want to feel every part of her and claim her in the most primal way—I want to savor her. I want to move slowly and treasure every moment.
Tabitha Grimaldi is the girl I’ll never deserve. Part of me is terrified she’ll change her mind. At the first opportunity, I’ll have a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly.
I realize how insane these thoughts are. But I’m tired of fighting this, and so is she. Now that I’ve had a glimpse of having her, I can never give her up. Because when someone like Tabitha give you her heart, you cherish it. You protect it with everything you have.
She pulls back once more. “I?—”
Her eyes hold me captive. I’m lost in the gold flecks that scatter across her bright blue eyes. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted but don’t deserve. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think what is happening now could be a reality.
I’ve dreamt of the day I could hold her like this. Dreamed up scenarios of making a move that would change our future. Planned out how my life could go so that I might deserve her. None of it compares to the real thing.
“I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.” Her fingers trace circles and twist slightly in my hair.
“And?” It comes out breathless.
“I think I need to do it again.”
I smile before pressing my lips to hers. My tongue traces the seam of her lips, begging entrance. Our kiss deepens and I have no desire to stop. It’s as if she’s my oxygen.
We can’t change the past—or the fact that I am indeed—an idiot. I won’t spend any more time regretting not making moves. It’s not a good way to spend time. Especially now that she’s in my arms. She mine and I’m never going to let her go.
Our bodies are pressed together as we make out like a couple of teenagers, but we have a lot of time to make up for. I need to touch her. Everywhere. Feel her. Everywhere.
My lips move down and across her jaw. She arches into my touch and I use the opportunity to pepper kiss down her neck. Then, I suck hard, guaranteeing my mark is left behind. My cock is hard at the thought of plunging into her, and she grinds herself on me. Her hips moving in small circles, as if she could get herself off from just this. I don’t want to rush this, but I don’t want to hold back completely.
She’s my everything.
I reach my hand down between us to her thin pajama shorts and groan at what I discover.
“Wet for me, baby?”
Tabitha whimpers.
My focus remains on her. I need to make her feel good. My lips continue to press up and down her neck before returning to her lips. I gently rub at her core, my hand remaining outside of those little shorts. She moans and I swallow the sound. I don’t let up, not until she cries out my name.
She melts into my arms and I hold her. I have zero desire to leave this position. Not when she’s pliant in my arms.
“Let’s go on a date this weekend.” I whisper softly. She nods and I press a kiss to her forehead. “I have a lot of making up to do.” She chuckles.
It’s the truth.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
TABITHA
