Page 23 of He Loves Me Not

She moans, arching into me, her eyes wild.

I drive into her, hard and deep, both of us groaning. The kitchen echoes with the slap of skin and the wet sound of her pussy swallowing me.

I fuck her like I want to own every moan and shudder because I do. I want everything she has, every minute of the fucking day. This beautiful little minx is mine, all mine.

She matches me thrust for thrust, her heels digging into my ass, her nails leaving hot trails across my skin.

I reach between us, rubbing her clit, desperate to get her there right now.

She comes so hard she screams, her body clamping down on me until I can't breathe through the pleasure.

"Ava!" I roar, my release crashing through me like a goddamn tidal wave. It's so good. So fucking good.

I slump against her, both of us panting, her arms tight around my neck.

"I love you."

She melts against me with the sweetest sigh, like she's been waiting a lifetime to hear me say those words. So I say them again.

"I love you."

"Dawson," she whimpers, burrowing into me.

I hold her, just breathing her in, thanking God for whatever happened today to get her to this point.

"Did you mean it?" I ask, my voice shaking.

She pulls back, her eyes locking with mine. "Yes. I don't care what anyone thinks, Dawson. I want this. I want you."

Jesus.

Jesus.

"Marry me."

"Yes." There's no hesitation, no doubt, not even a split second of worry crosses her face. Her answer is immediate and sure.

I swoop, kissing her breathless all over again. I can't stop kissing her. I can't stop shaking either.

"Jesus, Ava," I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers. "You really know how to give a man the world, you know that?"

"You know what I did last weekend?"

"What?"

"I got wine drunk and spent the night plucking petals from a flower, hoping it'd tell me that you loved me," she says with an embarrassed little laugh. "I wanted you more than anything. And I was so sad when the petals told me you didn't feel the same way I did."

"The petals lied, baby. I've been in love with you since the day our parents introduced us."

She sighs happily, hugging me like she's thanking me or something. As if she needs to do that. Loving her is the easiest thing I've ever done.

"You're really going to marry me?" I ask…just to make sure I'm not dreaming.

"Yes." She cranes her head back, meeting my gaze. "I think I should quit my job, though."

"What? Why? You love teaching."

"I do," she whispers, "but I don't want all of the parents causing problems or saying stuff once we're married."