Page 136 of Get Me to the Starting Line
“Tu es même meilleure que dans mes rêves. You are even better than my dreams.” I may not speak a lot, but I remember everything I’ve whispered in my language when I couldn’t say it in English.
“You spoke so much French that first time we kissed. Did you do it on purpose?”
When I give her a smug smile in response, she huffs and smacks me, harder than probably necessary.
“Monrêve.” I look her in the eye for this one. “My dream.”
My mind flashes back to the club in Vegas, when I had her dancing in my arms and I was a split second away from taking her on that dance floor.
When I knew I would never be happy again if I didn’t have her.
“Tu hantes chacune de mes pensées, chacun de mes rêves. You haunt my every thought, my every dream.”
“The club?” she asks.
I nod and she strokes her hand down the side of my face, where my scruff is already growing back in.
“And in the hotel, that night?Je ne sais pas comment j’ai vécu sans toi.I don’t know how I’ve lived without you.”
I brush away the tears slipping down her face.
“Je t’aime, Léa. I love you. And I’ll tell you I love you in every language, every day, if it means I get to be with you.”
Her smile is my entire world.
“I love you too, Julien.”
I didn’t think my heart could get any bigger, but hearing those words, I know I made the right decision. And I know exactly what I’m going to do next year after my last season.
I’m going to dedicate my life to making all her dreams come true, because that’s what she’s done for me. And I’ll spend all my time making sure this woman knows exactly how much I love her and our family. Forever.
Igasp,myhandscoming up to grab the rods of the headboard, my back arching off the mattress as Leah swirls her tongue around my cock. She’s been teasing me for an eternity. In reality it’s probably been about twenty minutes, but fuck, I need to be inside her.
Now.
I buck my hips, unable to stop the movement as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. It’s impressive—one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Enough,” I cry as she removes her mouth. Again.
A wicked grin stretches her beautiful face, a gleam in her eyes.
“You’ve had enough?” Her voice is sexy as sin.
“Yes, I need your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
She makes a small choking noise at my unexpected words. What can I say? This woman brings out all the sides of me that have stayed hidden for so long. And I love her for it.
Her perfect body inches down, soft body on mine, her breasts sliding over my cock. I release my hands and grip her by her waist, practically yanking her up. She hesitates, driving me wild as she hovers her entrance over my tip.
My cock in her mouth is one of the sexiest things, but watching as I slowly slide into her body? Perfection. My eyes want to squeeze shut at the pressure, but I keep them open, watching the place where our bodies connect.
She moans when she’s seated to the base.
“Again,” I growl.
“You want to see it again?” she asks like she doesn’t already know my answer.
I pin her with a glare. She laughs as she raises herself up and then repeats the process. Over and over again I watch my cock enter her.
