Page 74 of You Wish
“I don’t want to?—”
“Yes, you do.”
“I do,” she agreed on a whisper.
He gripped her hips and lowered her to him. “Then suffocate me, darlin’.”
It seemed that was all she needed to let go—and let go she did. Her hips moved up and down, pressing into him harder and harder with every swipe of his tongue. He felt her straighten, so that the only thing keeping her balanced was her knees and his mouth. Then he watched as her hands slid up her stomach to her breasts where she cupped and pinched.
“Oh God,” she moaned, and he moved faster, went deeper.
Their pace finally aligned, perfectly in sync, and he waited for one second.
Two.
Three.
Then—
“Fuck me,” Georgia cried as he nipped her clit. He dragged his teeth over it and nipped again and on the third pass, her body tightened and then there was that beautiful release, which nearly made him lose all control.
Okay, so he lost all control. Not wanting her to catch her breath, he tore open the condom and slid inside her in one long, powerful thrust.
“Fuck me,” she said again.
“That’s what I’m doing,” he teased.
“Then I guess what I meant to say is I want to fuck you.”
In the blink of an eye, she had him on his back and she was climbing him like a koala in a eucalyptus tree. Then she straddled him and sank down, her wet, hot skin settling over his tip. Her hands braced on either side of his head, and,Jesus, those incredible breasts were situated right in his face.
He cupped them, lifted them, until they spilled over the lace, exposing her nipples. Needing to taste them, he lifted his head and pulled one into his mouth, tasting and teasing it, until it was a stiff peak. Never wanting someone to feel left out, he went for the other breast, spending his time really giving it the attention it deserved.
Meanwhile, Georgia was giving him some serious attention. Attention that made it hard to form a single coherent thought. See, she was doing this little circle thing with her hips, where she’d pull all the way out and when she pressed back down her hips went in a rotation. To the right on the way up and to the left on the way down. It damn near melted his mind.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his hands going to her hips to help her rise up.
“I love it.”
“I love you,” he said and they froze at the three words he hadn’t planned on letting slip out. At least not right then. Tomorrow probably. Or Christmas morning.
But hewasgoing to say it. She was the purest thing he’d ever felt in his life. It was as if he’d started living the moment he met her at the library. Up until then he’d been existing. Racing, studying, partying. Rinse and repeat.
But with her there were moments between the actual moments.
For example, take this moment. He’d said he loved her and in complete Georgia fashion she looked like she was going to puke. And if she did, even that would be a treasured moment. Because he knew she loved him back.
Knew they were in love. Their actions spoke for themselves. She helped him every day on the barn, her eyes went soft every time they got within ten feet of each other, and when she had a bad day, she let him wipe away her tears. She’d let him into her life, the good and bad, slowly opening back up to him in a way that only people who loved each other did.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“I said I love you.” This time it was a declaration.
“You waited until you’re inside me to announce that?”
“I figured it was as good a time as any.”
She opened her mouth and closed it, and he could see the panic rising in her eyes. But he could also see a flicker of relief that he was in this as deep as she was.
