Page 73 of Fall For Me
“May I please?”
“Okay,” I whisper with a nod.
Slowly, my top slides over my head, then my long hair tumbles down my back. Without taking his eyes off mine, his fingertips grazealong the horizontal scar and the indentations on the left side of my chest.
“Hidden behind this scar right here is the heart I fell in love with. The one my very own beats for.”
Bending down, he places a soft kiss on the left scar, then the right. My eyes flutter, then I feel the dampness from the first tear sliding down my cheek. His thumb brushes against the marred flesh, then he leans back, mapping out the jagged lines with his gaze.
“You fought like hell and didn’t lay down to take whatever the fuck fate decided to dish out to you.” His eyes lift back to mine, then he reaches up, cupping my cheek. “Your scars are beautiful. You are fucking beautiful.”
Warmth blooms throughout my chest, and my heart becomes so incredibly full that it physically aches . . . almost like it’s cracking in two. A shuttering breath escapes my parted lips, and another tear slips free.
“I love you,” I whisper without hesitation.
He moves closer, and I cling to him, my fingertips digging into his back. Resting my forehead against his chest, my eyes slide shut, and I breathe him in.
The rough pads of his fingertips press under my chin, guiding my head up. We hold each other’s gaze, and everything else seems to fall away. He claims my mouth, and this time when he kisses me, it’s different than the way he ever did in the past. It’s softer, more controlled, and intentional. His fingers tremble as he eases off the rest of what’s left between us. Gently lowering me onto his bed, he hovers over me, holding my gaze. His eyes darken with need before taking my mouth again. My hands roam the smooth skin on his back, exploring the tight corded muscles flexing under my touch.
Nervous quivers take over my thighs as his lips skim their way down my neck to the center of my chest down to my pussy—his eyes never leaving mine. I jolt at the contact of his tongue as he sucks the sensitive skin at the apex of my thighs into his mouth. A breathy laugh escapes his lips before his tongue peeks out, licking my clit.
“Holy fuck.” I gasp, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his hair—pulling him closer. My hips thrust up involuntarily to chase the sensation.
“Greedy girl.” He chuckles under his breath, pressing two thick fingers into me.
With a little flick of his wrist and the curl of his fingers, my back bows off the bed. He takes his time coaxing me toward my orgasm until I’m right on the edge, his movements slow and deliberate in a steady rhythm that builds and builds until I fucking lose myself.
“Oh, Goddamn, Sean!” My hands grip the sheet as I ride out wave after wave until the very last tremor wracks through me.
His soft lips feel like silk against my skin as they trail all the way up my body. He hovers over me again, the pad of his thumb grazing my bottom lip.
“This mouth . . . this filthy fucking mouth. The words you say while looking so goddamn innocent drive me fucking insane.”
Twenty-Two
Sean
God, she takes my breath away. I’m out of my element. For the first time, I don’t want to just fuck her. I want to go slow with her . . . to savor her . . . I want to cherish every sensation and every little fucking sound and sigh.
My hand travels down along the curve of her hip, her skin like silk against my palm. I didn’t think it was possible to love her any more than I already do, but my chest tightens painfully; almost like something’s squeezing the fuck out of my heart. She has no idea what she does to me.
“Sean,” she breathes as I ease into her, my heart galloping like a goddamn racehorse.
“Hannah.” Her name leaves my lips on a sigh.
I bury myself as deep as I can, but I still feel like I can’t get close enough to her. I’m obsessed. No one has ever made me feel the way she does. Our eyes lock, her sweet breath dusting across my lips. She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my head down to meet her mouth. Every stroke of her tongue takes me higher as I slowly thrust into her again and again.
“Ahh . . . Sean . . . Fuck.”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
She moans, contracting around me, and I lose my goddamn mind.
Gone is the slow, gentle, steady roll of my hips. My fingertips dig into her skin as I raise her thigh higher on my hip and thrust harder, faster, chasing the euphoria.
“Fuck . . . So good . . . Mmm . . . So. Goddamn. Good,” I growl.
