Page 107 of When In Doubt
I realize that this is it. This is the thing I’ve always been waiting for, wanting. Even when the dream didn’t look like this, even when I didn’t know what it could be, there’s never been anyone else I’ve wanted this way. I’ve tried with other people, I even got close once or twice, but nothing’s ever felt quite like this.
Her head shifts, nose brushing my collarbone. I can feel her puffs of air through my shirt as she presses in. It’s like she wants to burrow inside me. I’d let her. She’s already half there anyway, lodged next to my heart.
“You can’t fall asleep,” I whisper as I feel her head droop. “We haven’t had dinner.”
“I’m not sleeping,” she grumbles. “You’re just comfy.”
With a huff, she straightens up, propping her arms on my shoulders. I run my hands up and down her ribs as I stare up at her, marveling at this goddess, inexplicably in my hold.
“How’s Harvey?” she asks.
“Good. He misses you.”
“He told you that, did he?”
“Mm-hmm.” I lean forward to kiss the corner of her smile, loving the way she shivers.
“And do you guys have a lot of deep and meaningful conversations?”
I move my kisses down further, working my way down her neck. “All the time,” I murmur into the silky skin at the hollow of her throat. “He’s very insightful.”
She gasps, tipping her head back to grant me better access. I slip my hands further around her, greedy to have her closer. My fingers fist in the fabric of her dress and I have to fight not to yank her toward me. I don’t want to push her, but I trust her to know what she wants.
I feel myself hardening against my zipper and shift slightly in the hopes she doesn’t notice. Tonight’s about her, I don’t need anything more than this.
But, if the edge of her shirt slips over the curve of her shoulder, then who am I not to take advantage and continue pressing kisses across her collarbone? And, if her hands creep into my hair, then why shouldn’t I lean into her touch, groaning as she scratches my scalp?
She moves her hips, sliding them against mine, and I let out a pathetic little whimper. Jesus Christ, what is she doing to me? She grinds again and this time she’s the one moaning, but the sound seems to startle her because she jolts back, cheeks flushing.
“Sorry, I—”
“No.” I pin her with my stare. “No sorrys.”
Her face burns even hotter and she ducks her head, trying to hide. No way. I lift her chin with my knuckles until she meets my eyes. “You’re perfect,” I say. “You’re beautiful, and I’m so happy to be here with you.”
“I’m happy to be with you too,” she whispers. “It’s just a little intense.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But intense isn’t always bad. As long as you feel good, then you can do whatever you want with me.”
“I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“You’re doing so good, just do whatever feels right.”
“I want you to like it as well.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” I huff a laugh. “Anything you do, I’ll like.”
“Promise?”
I grin at her, taking her face in my palms and capturing her lips in a slow kiss. “Have your way with me, woman,” I speak into her mouth.
She kisses me back with the most enthusiasm I’ve ever seen from her. It’s so intoxicating that I can’t help but match it until we’re both panting messes. Freya starts rocking, her hips moving back and forth in stuttering, unsteady movements. I use my hold on her hips to guide her, helping her find a steadier rhythm as our kisses turn frantic.
She rises and falls over me like a queen, and I’m fucking obsessed. I could die here, just like this, and I’d die a happy man.
Her movements turn faster, more desperate as she chases the friction she needs. I lift my hips to meet her but it’s not quite right. Freya breaks away on a frustrated little grumble, her face drawing into a frown. “I don’t… I can’t…” she pants, tucking her face into my neck.
“It’s okay.” I palm the back of her head, equally breathless. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
