Page 102 of Fall Over You

Becca chews on the corner of her lips and thinks slowly, contemplating each part. “Maybe love doesn’t always come in a box with a bow on top. Maybe it’s messy and unsure and a little suspect at times,” that gets a laugh out of me, “but I don’t need some scrubbed, perfect version of love. Maybe if I’m lucky enough, I’ll get your version someday.”

My eyes feel hot and my fingers twitch where I’m trying not to let them shake. “I want to give you my version.”

She laughs and her eyes crinkle. “Well, you might just get my wild-ass version too.” She considers me more carefully. “You don’t have to be perfect for me. If you want to do this, we don’t just owe each other the sunshine. We have to say when we’re stuck out in the rain too.”

I nod and clench my jaw. “Well, then . . . I want it all. The sunshine and the rain. With you.”

Becca’s eyes are so bright, and I hope to god it means what I think it means. “I want that too. The sunshine. The rain. I want all of it with you.”

“You’d better be about to kiss me,” she breathes, her cheeks red and chest splotchy.

The half-step between us gets eaten up in a second as we crash together. I clutch her lower back and thread my hand into her hair. Kiss after kiss, fierce and untamed, panting between each pass of our lips. She climbs my body and I hold under her thighs, stepping into her room and kicking the door closed. I put her exactly where I did the first time I kissed her, pinning her to her bedroom wall with my hips. I pull back enough to see her well.

“I’m yours, Becca, if you’ll have me. I’d be so fucking proud to be yours.” I kiss her temple, her forehead, her hair, doing everything I can to worship her.

She chuckles. “You might eat those words soon.”

I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “I might, but I’ll still be yours.”

“Serves you right,” she teases. “All those years you wasted hating me for being the work of art I am.”

I shake my head. “I was a fool for that. I’m sorry.”

Becca’s eyes and smile are soft and she messes with my hair. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”

A heated stare passes between us, and I give a testing roll of my hips. Her jaw drops and she shudders, and the power is heady.

I move for her bed, enjoying the feeling of her arms draped over my shoulders and her long, blonde hair brushing my arms with each step I take. I lay her back on her bed and stay propped over her to drink in her bright smile. She reaches up to pull me in for a kiss, but I pause.

I want to be that guy I used to be, the guy who could take and take, and give pleasure until my partner collapsed. But given what happened just from kissing her once and eating her out another time, I fear I might be a one-minute man. Those thoughts must make me hesitate, because Becca puts a hand on my chest.

“What? Are you okay?”

I wince, but this does fall in the category of what we just agreed to, the sunshine and the rain. “I want everything, Becca, and I want to give you everything. But it’s been a long time. And you’ve seen my trigger is . . .” I gesture to my pants, “sensitive.”

Becca traces a finger down my chest. “I’ve seen. I think it’s hot. It means you want me.”

“I’ve wanted you for a very, very long time, baby.” I dip to brush a kiss to her lips. “And I don’t want to disappoint you.”

The corner of her lips lifts, but she’s not laughing at me. She’s taking me seriously and trying to make me feel comfortable.

“Okay. You used to last way back when,” she says. “What was different?”

I chuckle and slouch onto one elbow, lying next to her. Her hand keeps moving on my chest. “We were kind of on a lot of drugs. It dulled things down.”

“Hmm.” She taps her lips. “So you wanna get high?”

“No!” I groan and flop onto my back.

She giggles and straddles me, sitting on my pelvis. “Can you get it up twice in a row? Like, does it help that I just sucked you off?”

“Should help, but I can’t make any promises. And, um,” I stop, because this is the really hard part. I have to own up to some shit I’ve had buried so long it almost feels alien. “I’m afraid I’ll get caught up in my head with sex. CJ was my last and she got pregnant, and while I love Ellie . . .”

Becca nods with a wink. “I got you. I have an IUD, so low chances of getting pregnant. I’m also clear on infections.”

My face feels like it’s on fire. “Me too. On the infections. Not on the birth control. And, even if I maybe want to give Ellie a sibling someday, I kinda don’t want to think about kids right now. I want it to be about you and me, not us and trying to have a baby.”

Becca’s hand lands on my heart again, rubbing gently. “I don’t have to go full ‘breed me, Daddy’ dirty talk today. And we can use condoms. Hell, I’ll let you fuck my ass if my pussy makes you nervous.”