“Of course not. Because if you hadn’t proposed it, I wouldn’t be in your bed right now, and there’s nowhere else I’d want to be.”
That gets the tears rolling. I’m almost afraid to ask, but if I don’t, I’ll go out of my mind. “Are we still fake-dating? Or is this… is this real? Because…”
Say it.
But he beats me to it.
“Because this feels real.”
“Yeah.” My voice wavers.
“Don’t cry, biscuit.” He palms my face, and in the dim light coming from the streetlamp outside the window, I can make out his handsome face through the tears. “Forget all that fake-dating crap. You’re mine, and I’m yours. This is as real as it’s gonna get.” He takes a deep breath. “I know you said you didn’t thinkyou could fall in love, but maybe you could give me a chance. Give us a chance. Because I’m ass-over-head crazy about you.”
Hope blooms in my chest. Even though the room is dark, I’m filled with sunlight. “Are you saying… are you saying you love me?” I hold my breath as I wait for his reply.
“I love you so fucking much, it freaks me out,” he says softly as he dries my tears.
“I love you too.” In between kisses, I laugh. “I didn’t think I had it in me, but you’ve changed everything.”
“Well, I couldputit in you.”
I snort and playfully smack his shoulder. “You horndog.”
“Let’s put blame where it belongs. My dick is the horndog. It has a mind of its own. The rest of me is much more evolved.”
I’m wrapped around his bare chest, and that wayward body part is sticking straight up against my ass. I wiggle back against it, loving the groan that rumbles from his chest. “I suppose we should do something about this.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, gently rubs his thumb against my cheek. “We don’t have to. I just like lying here with you.”
I know what he means. When I’m with him, I don’t feel like I need anything else. Like there’s a part of me that’s always been searching for something, and when we’re together, it’s like finding that missing puzzle piece.
Leaning down, I graze my lips against his. “Maybe I want to do that with you. Maybe I’d like to have sex with my official boyfriend, seeing how I love him and all.”
Those words seem to make something in him snap, and he angles my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides against mine as he holds me to his chest, and I almost forget to breathe. But then he pulls back. “Are you sore, baby?”
That throws a damper on things. “Um. Yeah. A little.” From that crazy monkey sex in the shower.
“We don’t haveto—”
“But I want to. Maybe we could go slow?” We haven’t even done anything yet tonight, and my body is raring to go, the painful throb in my clit much more insistent than any soreness from last night.
He considers it. “Stay on top. That way you can control things.”
I am one hundred percent on board with riding Billy.
Eager to feel him skin to skin, I sit up and strip off my tank top. He helps me wiggle out of my pajama bottoms and undies. Moving back a bit, I straddle that jutting part of him and rub him between my legs.
“You’re so wet. I fucking love that.” He grips my thighs to help me move. “Wait.” Reaching back, he flips on the small bedside lamp. “I want to see you.”
I know what he means. Maybe it’s how long it took us to get to this point or what happened tonight, but for some reason, I’m almost desperate to have him inside of me. And I want to capture every moment in my mind to relive later.
As I shift my hips, we both look down to see his thick cock head surge between my pussy lips again and again. I rub his weeping tip with my finger as I move back and forth. He squeezes my boobs and pinches my sensitive nipples, which shoots tremors of pleasure through my body. When I can’t stand it any longer, I push up on my knees and angle back to take him inside of me.
I love taking him without a condom. It makes this thing between us so much more intimate. Like he’s really mine.
It takes a moment to work him in because he’s so thick, but the stretch is incredible. When I can’t take it all, I collapse on his chest, panting. “I’m stuck.”
He chuckles. “You’re not stuck.”
