Page 87 of Meant to Be
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Careful. You keep looking at me like that and I might think I matter to you.”
He dipped his head and kissed her, soft and tender. It was in contrast to the desperate, needy kisses he usually gave. His lips trailed from her mouth, along her jaw to her ear. “You matter.” He took her hands and lifted them over her head, holding them there palm to palm.
He started to move, slow, smooth, and delicious. His green gaze held hers, filled with an emotion she was afraid she was reading wrong. Maybe it wasn’t love. But it was something more than casual. Tears built, but she blinked them back, not wanting him to think something was wrong.
“Come for me again.” He kissed her and moved in and out of her. His hands flexed and gripped hers. Not even when they’d been together in college had sex been so intense and emotional. Because this wasn’t sex. He was making love to her. She made love back, matching the movement of her hips to his, in a dance uniquely theirs. She kissed him with equal parts love and desire. She gripped his hands and held them tight. She focused on the feel of him, sliding in and out, the friction building and building, feeling him grow and lengthen inside her.
“Sydney. Come.” His breath was harsh as his hips picked up the pace.
She’d give him anything. Anything. She shifted, tilting her hips so when he drove in, he hit that one exquisite spot. And when he did, she let herself go. Her orgasm washed through her like the spring storm outside: clean, intense, and beautiful.
She was still riding the storm when Mitch let out a feral growl and pumped deep, hard, and fast until he collapsed on her. She held him and knew it was hopeless to try and pretend she could keep herself from loving him. Instead, she placed a kiss on his cheek and gave herself over to him — body, heart, and soul.
Sydney was completelyboneless and blissfully happy. The only fly in the ointment, as southerners would say, was that she couldn’t tell him what was in her heart.
“You okay?”
She turned her head, Mitch’s dazzling green eyes, sated and beautiful, stared back at her as they lay side by side on the floor of his living room.
She nodded, too spent to manage speaking.
He rolled to his side, his hand stroking down her abdomen. When her eyes widened, he laughed. “We’ll rest. I just like touching you.”
“I like you touching me.”
He watched his hand as he grazed it over her nipple, which hardened again.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I figured that, when you were about to ravish me without protection.” He smiled. “But, it seemed smarter to make that decision when we weren’t so desperate.”
“You’re right. Thank you for maintaining a level head.” Although she couldn’t stop the feeling that maybe his decision was because he didn’t trust her or didn’t want to be with her long term. A man who didn’t want commitment with a woman wouldn’t want to risk her having his child.
“I’m clean and I can get records to prove it.”
She smiled, running her fingers through his bronze waves. “I can get them too.”
He nodded. “Until then, I’m going to get my box of condoms and bring them out here.”
“A campout?”
“It’s a perfect night for one.”
“Before we get to using all the condoms in your box.”
He grinned at her and waggled his brows, making her laugh.
“Did you learn anything today about who attacked Jenny?”
He sighed. “No. I have someone looking at traffic cams to see if there were any suspicious vehicles. Nothing was left at the scene, and Jenny hasn’t remembered anything significant. Detective Fletcher hasn’t shared anything new from his end, but he said he’d go back and look at Doctor Singer.”
“So it will be like before? It won’t be solved?” Her chest tightened at the thought she’d have to continue to look over her shoulder, and possibly put people she cared about in danger.
His fingers caressed her face, pushing a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “I’ll keep looking.” He took a deep breath. “But I’ll need to talk with Patrick and Jagger again.”
She bit her lip, hating that Patrick would be subjected to another interrogation. She couldn’t even bring herself to believe Jagger wanted to hurt her.
