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We are truly fucking inevitable; even time cannot come between us.
I do as I’m told and climb back on top of her, taking her panties off while she arches her back.
“Fuck.” I admire the way her hips curve and her thighs just fucking scream to be grasped by my hands. I do just that, and she stares at me with those fucking blue-gray eyes that got me through hours of bullshit with Dr. Tran. Those eyes even brought me to call Vance a few times in the last few months.
“Please, Hardin,” Tessa whines, lifting her ass off the mattress.
“I know, baby.” I bring my fingers to the apex of her thighs and rub my index finger over her pussy, collecting the wetness there. My cock twitches, and she sighs, wanting more relief. I push a finger inside her and use my thumb to brush across her clit, making her writhe underneath me and causing the sexiest fucking noise I’ve ever heard when I add another finger inside her.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“So good,” she gasps, her fingers gripping at the hideous flower-printed sheets on her tiny bed.
“Yeah?” I urge her, moving my thumb faster over the spot that drives her fucking crazy. She nods frantically, and her hand moves to my cock, sliding up and down in a slow but tight motion.
“I wanted to taste you, it’s been so long, but if I don’t get my cock in you right now, I’ll come all over your sheets.”
Her eyes widen farther, and I give a few more pumps of my fingers inside her before aligning my body with hers. She is still gripping me, guiding my cock into her, and her eyes close as I fill her.
“I love you, I fucking love you so damn much,” I tell her and lean down on my elbows, pressing in and pulling out, pressing in and pulling out. She claws at my back with one hand and wraps the fingers of the other into my hair. She pulls at it when I shift my hips, spreading her thighs farther apart.
After months of improving myself, seeing the brighter side to life and shit, it feels so fucking good to be with her. Everything in my life revolves around this woman, and some people may say it’s unhealthy or obsessive, crazy even, but you know what?
I don’t give a flying fuck, not a single fucking one. I love her, and she is everything to me. If people have shit to say, they can take their judgmental bullshit elsewhere, because no one is fucking perfect, and Tessa brings me as close to perfect as I will ever be.
“I love you, Hardin, I always have.” Her words make me pause, and another piece of me is glued back in place. Tessa is everything to me, and hearing her say this shit, and the way her face looks when I look down at her, is everything to me.
“You had to know that I would always love you. You made me . . . me, Tessa, and I will never forget that.” I enter her again, hoping that I don’t end up crying like a bitch while getting her off.
“You made me me, too,” she concurs, smiling up at me like we’re in some romance novel. Two lovers, kept apart for months, only to be wonderfully reunited in the big city. Smiles and laughs and plenty of fucking. We’ve all read it before.
“Leave it to us to have a sentimental conversation at times like this,” I tease, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Then again, what better time is there for our feelings to come out?” I kiss her smiling lips, and she wraps her thighs around my waist.
I’m getting close now. My spine is tingling, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to coming as her breaths get deeper, quicker, and she tightens her thighs.
“You’re going to come,” I pant in her ear. Her fingers tug at my hair, sending me to the edge. “You’re going to come now, with me, and I’m going to fill you,” I promise, knowing how much she loves my fucking dirty-ass mouth. I may be less of an asshole, but I won’t ever lose my edge.
With Tessa calling my name, she comes around me. I join her, and it’s the most relieving, fucking borderline-magical feeling in the entire fucking world. This is the longest I’ve gone without fucking someone, and I would gladly have gone another year waiting for her.
“You know,” I begin, as I roll off her and lie next to her, “by making love to me, you just agreed to marry me.”
“Hush.” She scrunches her nose. “You’re ruining the moment.”
I laugh. “As hard as you just came, I doubt that there is anything that could ruin your moment.”
“Our moment,” she mocks me, grinning like a madwoman with her eyes firmly closed.
“Seriously, though, you agreed, so when are you going to buy your dress?” I push further.
She rolls over, her tits right in my damn face, and it takes everything in me not to lean over and lick them. She couldn’t blame me; I’ve been sexually dormant for a long-ass time.
“You are still as crazy as ever—no way am I marrying you right now.”
“Therapy only works for my anger, not my obsession with having you forever.”
Her eyes roll, and she lifts her arm to cover her face.
“It’s true.” I laugh and playfully drag her from the bed.
“What are you doing?” she screeches when I lift her over my shoulder. “You’re going to hurt yourself lifting me!” She tries to wiggle off me, but I tighten my arm around the back of her legs.
I don’t know if Landon is here or not, so I call out a warning just in case. The last thing he needs to see is me carrying a naked Tessa down the hallway of this matchbox apartment. “Landon! If you’re here, stay in your damn room!”
“Put me down!” She kicks her legs again.
“You need a shower.” I slap my palm against her ass, and she yelps, swatting mine in return.