We’re both panting hard, gripping each other like we’re afraid of falling.
“See? It’s me who ruins things.”
“Oh,” she whispers, eyes flicking to my lips where they stay.
“Tell me I can make you come, Georgia. Tell me I can slip my fingers into this tight little pussy and listen to you beg and moan and whimper for more.” I bite down on her neck, licking away the sting and she cries out, hips thrusting forward. “You gotta tell me. You gotta ask me to touch you, ask you to make you come so hard, I’ll be able to lick your sweet taste from my hand when I’m done.”
She melts into me, fingers clawing at every part of me she can reach.
“Yes,” she breathes, “I want…”
Her throat bobs, but she doesn’t finish so I grip her throat and tug her closer.
“I’m right here, darlin’,” I coo. “Be brave. Gimme that wildfire and sass I love so much. Tell me what you need.”
Her gaze flicks to my lips, and her shoulders straighten.
“I want you to fuck me like you love me, Kade Archer.”
I don’t even let her breathe before I’m on her, slamming my lips to hers.
She tastes like summer and honey, like fear and forgiveness andforever.
My girl moans into my mouth, and just like I knew it would, it wrecks me. I lift her with one arm under her thighs and carry her to the bed, laying her down like she’s the most precious thing I’ve ever held.
Because she is.
She’s mine.
And tonight, I’m going to remind her exactly what that means.
She lies beneath me, wild curls fanned out across her pillow. The one I slept with every night she was gone. That damn yellowdress is wrinkled and hitched high around her thighs, her chest rising and falling like she’s trying to catch up to her heart.
I’m not doing much better.
My hands tremble as I slide them up her ribs, across her waist, like I’m memorizing her shape in case I wake up and this was all a dream.
She looks up at me, lashes damp, lips parted, and whispers, “I love you.”
Three words, but they’re everything.
“Baby,” I rasp, shaking my head with a smile. “Georgia, I fell in love with you slowly, like honey sliding down warm skin. That love healed parts of me I didn't even know were broken. And now I can’t stop craving the taste of you. Sweet on my tongue, wild under my hands. Mine in every way.”
“Yours,” she chokes out, tugging me forward. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Unable to wait a second longer, I dip down and kiss her like I need her mouth to breathe. Her fingers lace behind my neck, dragging me closer, deeper, until there's no space left between us and nothing holding us back.
We undress each other slowly, reverently.
Nothing but warmth and skin and soft, shaky laughter when I can’t get one of the buttons undone and she rolls her eyes, helping me. I kiss every new inch of her as it’s revealed—her shoulder, her collarbone, the dip of her waist. Her freckles glow like stars across her skin, and I swear I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
When I finally settle between her thighs, I pause.
Her legs curl around my hips, and she strokes her thumb across my cheek.
