It makes my stomach flutter. It’s confirmation that we are doing this . . . we are becoming an us. And I shiver as I hear my mom’s sweet voice saying, “About time, sweet cheeks. About time.”
Chapter Twenty-One
BREAKER
Hands gripping the bathroom counter, I stare into the mirror and take a few deep breaths.
I love her.
I’m in love with her.
I want nothing but her.
That fucking kiss nearly knocked my socks off.
I’ve never experienced anything like it. Like the moment our lips met, an electrical charge shot through me, rebooting me to be a different man.
I feel the need to always have her at my side.
I feel the need to compulsively touch her.
I feel the need to strip her down and make love to her.
I want her to know that I’m hers, forever. That I don’t want anyone else but her.
But I also need to take this one stride at a time.
I don’t want to scare her away.
One goddamn step at a time, man.
I push off the counter and grab my toothbrush and line it with toothpaste.
After the fireworks, we walked back to the car hand in hand. On the drive home, I rested my hand on her thigh, and she placed her hand on top of mine. We talked about a new board game coming out that we wanted to play while reminiscing about the time we went to Disney when we were in college. It was a total disaster since we went during a peak time and were able to ride three rides total. Brutal.
When we got back home, I walked her to her apartment and lightly kissed her goodnight, reveling in the way her lips felt on mine and how I desperately wanted to invite her back to my place. But I said my goodnight and came back here to take a shower.
Hair still damp, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I brush my teeth just as I hear my front door shut.
“Lia?” I call out, my mouth foamy.
“Yeah, it’s me,” she says as I hear her approach.
I finish up brushing quickly, rinse my mouth, and head out to my bedroom where I find her standing in the middle of the room, wearing a silk robe, her hair damp as well.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
Her eyes fall to my chest and then to my towel before climbing back up to my eyes. She shakes her head just as she undoes her robe and lets it fall to the ground, revealing her purple lingerie set. A silky-looking tank top with matching lace underwear.
“I don’t want to be alone, Breaker.” She walks up to me and lightly brings her hands to my abs, where she travels them down to my towel. “I don’t want to sleep alone, and I don’t want our night to end with a goodnight kiss at my door.”
“No?” I ask as a light sweat breaks out over my skin.
She shakes her head and undoes my towel, causing it to fall to the floor. “You kissed me tonight, which means I want all of you. Nothing else holding us back. I want everything.”
My cock grows between us as I reach up to her cheek and cup it. “You know I want the same thing, right? I just want to make sure you’re ready.”
She grips my hand and tugs me toward the bed. “I’m more than ready.” When the backs of her legs hit the edge, I don’t push her over. I drag her tank up and over her head, then drop it.
I slide my hands up her sides, cup her face, and then bring her lips to mine, where I kiss her all over again. This time, I’m not worried about our surroundings and allow myself to get lost in the moment. In her.
Her hands grip my wrists, holding her in place as our mouths part together and our tongues collide. It’s the sweetest, most delicious feeling, having her cling to me like this, feeling how much she wants me, just like I want her.
Her kisses are intense, gratifying, and ethereal at times. Like I’m holding the most precious thing in the world between my hands.
And I believe that because she is.
She’s so fucking precious, and I will never do anything to fuck this up. Never. I know how long it took to get here with her, and I will be damned if I fuck it up.
I tip her back on the bed and reach for her thong, dragging it down her legs and tossing it to the side. We both climb to the head of the bed, and when she spreads her legs, I settle on top of her, my body fitting perfectly between her thighs. I lightly stroke her wet hair as I stare down at her.
Our eyes connect, and for a moment, I feel the words at the tip of my tongue.
I love you, Ophelia.
I want to say them. I want to shout them. I want her to know exactly how happy she makes me, how I feel like my cup is always full when I’m with her. Nothing could ever hurt me because I have her in my arms.
But I swallow my feelings and bring my lips to hers where we make out, her hand driving through my hair, mine, slowly working down to her chest where I lightly cup her breast.