What were we? I paused, hoping he’d fill in the words.
He didn’t.
“We’ve slept together,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “So what?”
“You’re his little sister.”
“Who used to have pink and yellow unicorns on the walls of her room. We’ve been through that, Bryce.”
“Yeah, but he can’t know that I… You know… Without…”
“You’re making no sense at all.”
“That I fucked you, Marj. That we fucked without any commitment.”
“You’re not the first man I fucked without a commitment.” Though his words hurt. After all this time, I still wanted a commitment from him. I loved him so much.
“It’s not even that. It’s that…”
“For God’s sake, spit it out!”
I was immediately sorry for my harshness.
Then again, I wasn’t. I felt for what Bryce and Joe had rediscovered, but how much was I supposed to take?
He raked his fingers through his disheveled blond hair. “I love you, goddamnit! I love you, Marjorie Steel. I love you with everything I am!”
I froze, my skin going numb while my heart thundered. “I know,” I said softly.
“You’re everything to me. Every fucking thing.”
Then his lips were on mine, and I opened for him. The kiss was so powerful and so full of love.
Our tongues twirled together in perfect harmony like the strings of a violin and then clashed like cymbals.
My nipples tightened and my pussy pulsed.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
He broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes, his own eyes burning. “Inside. Now.”
I wasn’t about to argue as he pulled me back inside. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We ditched our clothes in the entryway, and then he lifted me, pushing my back against the rough wall. I might get a splinter in my back, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Bryce inside me, filling me, leaving every last crevice of emptiness a distant memory.
Then he was inside me, pumping, his lips on mine.
Perfection. All perfection.
My clit rubbed against his rough pubic hair, and soon an orgasm was imminent. I groaned into his mouth as the tickle in my pussy intensified, shooting out to my limbs, stars exploding around me. Still we kissed, and his groan told me he knew I was coming.
Coming for him.
He thrust again, again, again…
Once more…
Until—
He embedded himself so deeply inside me, we became one.