Page 94 of Yours, For Good

My eyes fell to the medal and ring combination hanging from his neck. "I've never had sex like this."

He kissed my forehead, and pulled back enough to look into my eyes. "Like this— how?"

"There is such urgency in the way you touch me, and yet… you wait." I touched the medal. It had some sort of religious engraving on it. "You take it slow and focus on me. I've slept with several people, but never more than once. Always thinking of having a bit of fun and leaving in time for my curfew."

He cradled my face. His thumb made a gentle pass on my lip as I talked.

I let out a confused gust of air. "I have yet to see you naked or return the favor. Meanwhile, you have gone down on me twice like you savor me and seeing me come is all you need. Is that all you want?"

I lifted my eyes to him and flattened my hand on his chest again. The volume of the stone on his ring dug into my palm, the edges of the chain and medal teasing my skin.

His hand fell to my neck. His thumb found the nook of my pulse.

"I want more. I want it all." His dark blue eyes latched to mine. "I revel in you because I cherish you, Nora."

My heart raced. He cared— he'd said so from the beginning. But he'd made a fool of me, and I still didn't know if the person I'd known was real.

"Should I give you another chance?" I asked.

He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Please. Find a way to forgive me… with time."

I ran my hands up to his shoulders, enjoying the haze his mouth brought to me. It made it easy to focus on us, rather than the anger masked under desire.

His hand in place, he rested his forehead against mine. "Go there with me, Nora."

His murmured request fell into my chest like a confession. It fired up my heart, changing the way my brain worked.

I walked backwards toward his bed. He followed, and held my hand as I sat down and moved back on the mattress. His eyes turned glassy as he watched me leaning back on his white comforter, torso up and supported on my elbows so I could see him.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "Let me do this with you again and again. Find different positions. Go into every room of this house and be together there."

Javier removed everything except his black boxers. I studied his lean body, down the soft etches of his long muscles, the hint of a V at the top of his hips, and the trail of dark hair disappearing behind the waistband of his underwear. The outline of his cock teased me again, still unseen.

He climbed on the bed and on top of me. "Check out of your hotel and stay here with me before you go back to Lock Willow. Go to sleep with me— be here every morning. We'll figure out our days, and have the quiet of this room at night."

I surrounded him with my legs as he settled with his elbows next to me.

"I want you to be everywhere in my life." He caressed my face with a hand. "You know how I tried to resist you. I told myself we could be friends and nothing else but, looking back… I couldn't resist you more than the tides can resist the moon."

I melted under him. His lips touched mine as if they were a dream; when his hips began moving against me, the motion— our whole beings seemed to fit like we were made for each other. His kiss grew in fervor, his hips moved faster; I matched him, my body buzzing in response to his abject adoration.

No one had ever felt this much for me. I had never felt like this for anyone else either. Every other person I'd ever met paled in comparison to Javier and whatever ties bonded us now.

"I need you." I licked my lips, my lungs barely able to keep up with the need building again inside of me.

"I crave a future for us," he echoed.

A gasp escaped me. My heart skipped a beat. I had been scared of this; I still was but, in his arms like this, I could press pause on all of that.

I writhed under him, wanting his body until I knew what to do with his heart. "Javier, please."

He groaned and kissed my neck, down my chest. "How do I get this off?"

He frowned at my bustier, running fingers down the lace in admiration.

I pushed him back and straddled him. Sturdy hooks kept the piece of clothing in place, and I undid them with swift fingers. Javier watched me work with undivided attention; his hands caressed up my thighs. His thumb made a pass along my underwear as if without his awareness.

"Fuck," I muttered. A shiver ran down my spine. Want for him pooled low in my belly.