“You were made for me,” she repeats, her voice breathy and strained.
“Fuck yeah, I was. How have I gone this long without you? Never again. You’re mine, Elizabeth. You. Your body. Mine,”thrust, “mine,”thrust, “mine.”
Sliding my arm under her, I lift her and lean back on my heels so she’s straddling me in a seated position, and she shifts to ride me instead. From this position, I’m able to tangle my hand in her hair and kiss her. Her arms wrap around my neck as she bounces on my dick, taking me at different paces until she finds what works for her.
There’s no telling where I end and she begins, and when her body begins to tense around me, I know she’s close.
Snaking my hand between her legs, I brush my fingers against her clit to help her over the edge, and it takes seconds before she’s crying out in pleasure, and I catch every moan in my mouth as I deepen our kiss. My grunts merge with her satisfied whimpers as my release slams into me with fury.
I come harder than I ever have, losing all control as my body responds to this unbelievable woman in my arms.
“Holy crap,” she breathes, when we both finally catch our breath. I’m still inside her, sitting in the same position, neither of us wanting to break the contact.
Telling her I love her is on the tip of my tongue, but fear holds me back.
What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I ruin everything by telling her too soon?
Dropping my forehead to hers, I keep my thoughts to myself, and instead, hold her tight and hope that my body conveys what my mind forces me to keep to myself.
“Thank you,” she whispers, surprising me when she pulls me from my thoughts.
“For what?”
“For taking away some of the loneliness.”
My heart squeezes in my chest, not ready for the words that tumble from her lips because they’re so bittersweet knowing her history. I want to take her pain away—hold her close and never let anything hurt her again.
Tell her you love her.
But I can’t. Not yet.
Instead, I press my lips against her forehead and tell her, “You’ll never be lonely again, Zee. I promise.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Are you sure I can’t help you clean up?”
Miller kisses me on the side of the head as he comes around to my side of the table. “No, you go get ready. Leave the kitchen to me.”
Grinning, I nod my head. “You’re too good to me.”
Yesterday as we laid in bed after he surprised me by showing up at my apartment, I told him my idea to go ice skating and do s’mores on the beach for our date. I thought I’d be met with at least a little resistance, but Miller was all in for it.
Opting to not fight the crowds, we made dinner together in my small kitchen instead. The scent of roasted sweet potato, rosemary chicken, and asparagus still lingers in the air.
“It’s just cleanup, Zee. Don’t give me too much credit.” Miller stacks our plates and carries them over to the trash can, scraping the remnants of food into it, before placing the dishes down gently in the sink.
While he waits for the water to warm, he adds soap to the sponge and rests his forearms on the edge as he looks over his shoulder at me. “Go.”
“So bossy! Fine. I’ll be ready in less than twenty.”
“Take your time.”
Heading into my bedroom, I find Potato lying on top of my pillow, and I sit down on the edge of the bed to give him some attention.
“What’re your thoughts on all of this, big guy?” I scratch behind his ears, knowing I won’t get a response. “I think he’s a good one. A keeper.”
Potato gives me a blank expression.
