She's the One (Boggy Creek Valley 3)

When I could no longer take it, I tried desperately to push Bishop away. “No more. Please. I can’t.”

He swept me up into his arms and raced down the hallway to the bedroom.

Once we were inside, Bishop placed me on the bed and then finished undressing.

“We’re doing this right, Abs. I’m making love to you in our bed, and I’m going to take my time.”

My stomach dropped at his words, and my heart nearly burst with happiness. I prayed I wasn’t dreaming.

Bishop crawled onto the bed, and I instinctively opened my legs as he settled on top of me. He rested most of his weight on his elbows and gave me the most breathtaking smile ever.

“I missed you.” I reached up, placing my hand on the side of his face. He closed his eyes, leaned into my touch, and started to move his hips. I could feel his hard length pressing against my clit, and it was a sweet torture.

“I missed you too. When you left, a part of me left with you.”

Biting into my lower lip to keep from crying, I managed to say, “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

He brushed his thumb across my lip to pull it free from my teeth. “If anyone’s going to bite that lip, it’ll be me.”

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. “Is that a promise?”

He leaned down and brushed his lips softly across my mouth. “I think it’s time to leave the past in the past. You’re home now, Abs…and I want to stop wasting time.”

I blinked rapidly, fighting to hold back the emotions I was feeling. Guilt. Happiness. Sadness. Desire. They all swirled around in my head and left me dizzy.

Bishop took my hands and laced his fingers with mine, pushing them over my head as he slowly pushed into me. “I love you, Abby. I never stopped loving you.”

I gasped at the feel of him slowly entering my body. I hadn’t been with anyone since the night before I’d left him. I knew it wouldn’t take long for my body to accommodate Bishop, but he clearly saw my moment of discomfort and stopped moving.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him into me.

His eyes met mine, and I could practically hear what he was thinking. The only way I knew how to ease whatever demons he was currently fighting was to speak from my heart. “I love you, Bishop. I’ll always love you.”

I arched my body and moved along with him. We fit together so perfectly, and the moment was so beautiful, that I wanted to cry out in happiness.

A single tear slipped free and trailed down Bishop’s handsome face. I lifted up and kissed it away.

He buried his face in my neck and slowly made love to me. Nothing about it was rushed. It was as if we both wanted the moment to last forever.

Lifting his head, he brushed his mouth over mine. “God, I’ve missed you. Missed the feeling of being inside you.”

“I’ve missed you too. So, so much.”

I could feel my body winding up for another release. The simple act of Bishop making sweet, passionate love to me—something I hadn’t been sure would ever happen again—had a wave of heat racing through my body.

He moved his hand and lifted my leg higher on his hip, and I moaned in delight as he went in deeper.

His pace picked up, and I knew he was close to his own release. I remembered everything about Bishop. How he felt when he moved inside of me. How his kisses seemed deeper, more passionate when we made love. And I knew when he was getting close to his own orgasm.

“Abby, God…I’m not going to last much longer, baby.”

He increased his rhythm, and I met him thrust for thrust. Our breathing increased, and I gripped onto him for dear life when he changed his angle and I exploded once more. I called out his name just as he called out mine.

We continued to move as we both came together. For a moment, I felt like I left my body, my orgasm leaving me nearly breathless.

Slowing his movements, Bishop kissed me deeply, then ripped his mouth away to suck in a breath.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up into his eyes. Yes, there it was. That look I had dreamed about for the last two years.

Bishop looked at me with nothing but pure love on his face. My heart felt like it did a little flip in my chest.

Finally, he lay over me, our heavy breaths mixing as we both slowly came down from the euphoria. I ran my fingertips lightly over his back, keeping my legs locked around him.

He softly laughed. “You’re holding on to me like you’re afraid I’m going to leave.”

“I am. I’m scared to death this is all a dream.”