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Chapter 48

Tobias

I 've been lying on this couch for twenty-five minutes, and I've been hard for at least twenty-two of them. Every shift of my body against this lumpy cushion only reminds me of the girl sleeping in my bed—where I should be.

This separation is fucking torture. I'm a needy bastard; I always have been. I've poured that energy into friendships, hookups, and distractions that didn't matter. But now, all I want is her.

I check the clock for the millionth time. Kayla has to be asleep by now.

Fuck it.

I climb off the couch, wearing nothing butmyboxer briefs, and quietly make my way to my bedroom. The door creaks slightly as I push it open, and the sight before me stops me in my tracks. Amelia's stretched out on top of my bed, white lace barely covering her curves—delicate, ethereal, and so fucking tempting that my mouth dries instantly.

She looks like an angel. Or a bride waiting for her husband on her wedding night.

Fuck that thought. If that's what she is, then she'll be my bride.

I bite back a laugh because this girl has scrambled my entire brain, and I'm not even mad about it.

"Took you long enough to get your ass in here."

She's been waiting. Needing me, just like I've been needing her.

"You been waiting up for me, Firefly?" I ask, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"More like I knew you were never going to sleep out there all night."

I reach the edge of the bed and pluck her phone out of her hand, placing it on the nightstand before climbing onto the mattress.

The second I pull her into me, that familiar rush hits—like my body's been holding its breath until it could touch hers again.

"There was no way I was staying out there when you're in my bed looking like this," I whisper against hermouth.

I nip at her bottom lip, earning a quiet gasp, before pulling back just enough to press a kiss to her forehead.

"How was work?" I ask, my fingers tracing lazy circles along her back.

"Fine," she murmurs, her nails lightly dancing over my tattoos. "Oh, Logan asked Harper on a date."

"Did she say yes?"

"Of course. I'm so happy for them. Honestly, they're perfect for each other."

"Do you think people would say that about us?" The question escapes me before I can catch it.

She raises her head, her dark eyes searching for something I'm not ready to say out loud yet. "Would you want them to?"

"Would you?"

"No way. I asked you first."She laughs, and the sound wraps around my heart like silk.

I roll her beneath me, pinning her to the mattress and caging her with my body. Her breath catches, that beautiful laugh fading as our eyes meet.

"All that matters to me is that you know how I feel. Everyone else can choke on their opinions."

And they'll have plenty to say about us.

"How do you feel?" she whispers, her voice trembling like she's either desperate to know or terrified of the answer.

"I feel like I want to stay in this moment with you. I don't want to think past what we have right now." My throat tightens as I force the words out."Because the idea of this ending? It fucks me up, baby." My fingers trace the curve of her jaw, grounding me as I continue. "There's no going back for me. I've gone from wanting you to needing you so much that I don't think about anything but you."

My lips find her throat, tasting her pulse point, and when she trembles beneath me, I'm lost in everything she is.

"But you need to know," I breathe against her skin, "that whatever comes next, I'm yours.Howeveryou want me, whenever you need me."

I brace myself on one arm beside her face, the other moving to cup her breast, my thumb grazing over her nipple until it peaks beneath my touch. Her body responds instantly, and the quiet gasp that escapes her lips fuels the hunger building in my chest. Leaning in, I capture her mouth in a quick, claiming kiss before trailing my lips down the curve of her throat, over her collarbone, and lower still.

I reach the top of her panties and press a lingering kiss there, letting my breath fan over the damp fabric.

"You should know, Firefly, the only reason I wanted to change your sheets earlier is because you came all over them this morning, and I wanted to drown in the scent of us and every filthy, perfect thing we do to each other."

"Oh my god, Tobias." She quietly moans, her back arching as I seal my mouth over her pussy through the lace, allowing her wetness to soak through to my lips.

Hooking my fingers into the sides of her underwear, I pull them down slowly, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin. They hit the floor, and I settle between her thighs,holding her lust-drunk gazeas I drag my tongue over her before sucking her clit into my mouth.

"Every time you come with my name in your mouth, you're claiming it. You're telling the whole universe we belong together."

Her hand fists in my hair, gripping tight, while her other hand frees her breast from her bra. She works her nipple between her fingers, and her body writhes beneath my tongue.

"I love the way you eat my pussy,"she whimpers.

The sound of her pleasure, that broken little moan she releases, shoots straight to my cock, making it throb painfully against my underwear. I push my tongue deeper, desperate to taste more of her, to have her arousal coating my lips.

Her fingers twist in the sheets, and those breathy, desperate sounds she's making have my dick ready to punch through the fucking mattress.

"Shh, baby, you gotta keep it down," I whisper against her, smiling even as I refuse to stop.

Her legs tremble on either side of my head. "Tobias," she moans out, her voice breaking, and I know she's right there, ready to shatter for me. And fuck, the way she says my name has those three little words burning low in my gut.

I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them exactly where I know will make her lose her mind, while my tongue flicks against her swollen clit.When her moans get desperate and she loses control, I reach up with my free hand, pressing it over her mouth.

"That's it, baby, let go for me."

She grabs my wrist, holding my hand tighter against her mouth, her muffled cries vibrating through my palm as her eyes squeeze shut and her entire body convulses. Her orgasm crashes over her, and she falls apart in the most breathtaking way, her thighs quaking, her nails digging into my skin, and her pussy soaking my hand and the sheets beneath us.

"Jesus fuck, Mills," I whisper, withdrawing my fingers and bringing them to my mouth. I lick them clean, savoring her taste while I watch as she tries to remember how to breathe.

She climbs my body, her thighs settling around me as her mouth slams against mine, her tongue sweeping past my lips. Her hips roll against my cock, her body begging for more without needing to say a word.

Sitting back, I free myself, my cock hard and aching as I drag it against her slick entrance, coating myself in her wetness. And then, with one deep thrust, I'm inside her.

"Open those pretty eyes and look at me," I groan, my grip tightening on the soft curve of her ass as I guide her hips, helping her take me deeper. "I never want to stop. I never want you to stop."

But then she does. She stills completely, her lips parting as her eyes hold mine. And in that moment, something raw and honest passes between us, something deeper than lust, and it hits me like a fist to the chest.

I'm in love with her.

I've always known she meant everything to me, but this is different. This is undeniable.

"You're perfect, Mills," I murmur, dragging my nose against hers before pressing the softest kiss to her lips.

My hands slide up her back, holding her as if she might slip away, before I pin her to the bed beneath me.Arms locked under her body,Igripher shoulders as I start to move again, my cock driving deep, claiming every inch of her.

Her hands bury themselves in my hair, her forehead pressing to mine as my thrusts quicken. I keep her pinned, our bodies fused like we're trying to crawl inside each other's skin. When she begins to tremble,shetightensaround me,andI press my lips to hers, capturing the moans spilling from her mouth.

The second her orgasm crashes through her, I lose it, thrusting one final time as I spill inside her, giving her every last piece of me.

When I finally pull back, she's staring at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes, and everything clicks into place. Every truth I've been running from, every feeling I've tried to ignore—it's all there, crystal clear.

She's it for me.

She's seduced my soul, claimed every broken piece of it, and now it only whispers her name.