Page 153 of Untying the Knot
Emotions evade me as I realize what the hell I’m doing. This woman, the love of my life, I’m giving her what she wants, what she needs. I know I signed those papers, I know I told her I would let her walk away, but fuck . . . I’m not sure that’s possible. I’m not sure I can let go of this, of her. Not when everything feels so right. Not when I feel like I could get lost in her forever. This, us, we’re supposed to be with each other. There’s no mistaking it.
So how do I keep her?
How do I make sure I always have her in my life?
This feeling, how do I hold on to it forever?
“Ryot, God, you feel so good. You always make me feel so good.” I move my hand around the front of her and slide it between her legs, where I play with her clit. She moans even louder and thrusts her hips up, offering me a different angle, an angle so deep that I don’t think there is an end. “Yes, oh fuck me, Ryot. Take me.”
I grunt as I pulse harder and harder, both of our orgasms building, both of us moaning and twisting and pulsing, reaching for that impossible feeling until she convulses around me, tightening to the point that everything around me goes black. She’s the first to erupt, her body writhing with euphoria. And then I follow right behind, everything tightening as I come inside her.
Our moans mix and our heartbeats slow together until we’re completely listless on the bed. I collapse to the side of her, my arm draping over her back while her chest heaves, looking for any air she can suck in.
After a few minutes, she says, “Ryot?”
“Hmm?” I ask, my head buried in the sheets.
“I want to do that again.”
I chuckle and murmur, “Give me a second, baby.”
She twists and turns toward me. She loops her leg around mine and pulls me in close. When I look in her direction, she grips my cheek and pulls me into a kiss. Shock registers before my mouth melts into hers, and I kiss her back, our tongues tangling, the heat of our bodies colliding.
I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but I’m not going to say a damn thing. I’m going to take everything she will give me.
Every goddamn thing.
* * *
The sun beatsdown on me while I feel the weight of another human on my body. I rub my palm against my eye and slowly open them to find Myla sleeping on top of my chest. Her cheek is pressed against my right pec, her body lined up with mine, her cute-as-shit butt fully exposed.
A warm, comforting feeling fills me as I slowly run my fingers up and down her spine. This is heaven.
This right here.
My girl in my arms.
Fully satisfied after a night of sex with my favorite person. With my love.
And now, as I lie here, her on top of me, I start to wonder how long this is going to last, what this will bring. What will she say? Will she regret it?
We were clearly both drunk last night, and that’s the main reason we crossed that line, but now what?
Should I even ask?
So many questions pass through my mind as panic sears my chest. I don’t want to lose this feeling. I don’t want her to wake up and regret everything that happened. Because I don’t regret it. Not one second.
My fear is that she’ll wake up, realize what we did, and ask me to just ignore it, to chalk it up to a drunk night, and we go back to being practical strangers again.
I’m not sure my heart could take that.
She starts to stir. Her arms clutch me, and then I hear a light groan as she picks her head up to look me in the eyes. Her hair has fallen over her forehead, so I push it behind her ear, and when her eyes connect with mine, I hold my breath, waiting for her to pull away, waiting for her to freak out.
But instead, the warmest smile passes over her lips before she drops back down on my chest and kisses my skin.
A wave of butterflies erupts in my stomach as I continue to drag my fingers up and down her back.
“Mmm,” she murmurs. “Can I stay here all day?”
