Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I lifted us from the couch, gripping her under the butt, and walked past the small kitchen area, placing light kisses all over her mouth and neck. I went through the only other door in the small house, hoping it was her bedroom.

My eyes locked onto the large bed in the center of the room, and I laid her back carefully. Her soft hair splayed out all around her head, and her chest was rising and falling fast as her eyes followed my every move.

I slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head and then moved to my pants. I pushed the button through and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the ground. I hooked my thumbs in my boxer briefs and pulled those down, too. As soon as I was fully naked, I took my fingers and slowly inched them underneath her tank top. I guided it up her body slowly, drinking in every inch of her creamy skin. Once the shirt was over Fallon’s head, I worked on her pajama bottoms. They were loose and fell off with one single pull.

My dick was instantly hard as I gazed at her beautiful body covered only with a small pair of panties. My hands roamed over her breasts, her toned stomach, her belly button ring gleaming with its glittery pink ball, and then over to her hips. I pulled her plain panties down, painfully slow, memorizing every curve and perfect flaw of her skin. Once she was fully naked, I pulled my attention up to her face.

We both needed this.

I was ready to let my body do the talking, and so was she.

Fallon scooted backwards on the bed as I pulled a condom out of my jeans before climbing on top of her.

There were no words spoken between us, no playful giggles or teasing like in the past. We weren’t flirting with one another. Hell, we weren’t even smiling.

This was different.

I slowly dipped my head down to hers, anchoring my body with my arms near her head, and started to kiss her as deeply as I could. My mouth covered hers as I slowly inched my way inside her warm center.

Fallon’s hands reached up and wove into my hair, bringing my face down to the crook of her neck. I inhaled the scent of her hair, my dick throbbing for a release. She was so war

m, and tight, and perfect. Everything about her was inviting.

I pulled my body back, my ass tightening with every single thrust. Fallon’s head tipped, her eyes shutting out the world. Her legs were spreading wider and wider with each plunge of my body. She was starting to tighten around me, but I kept going slow. I made it sensual, deep. I pulled out slowly, almost leaving her body, and then slowly thrust back into her. Each time I did that, Fallon’s breaths became more ragged. I circled my thumb around her most sensitive spot, needing to watch her fall apart underneath me. Fallon’s small hands gripped my biceps hard, her nails cutting into my skin. Her moans floated out of her mouth, wrapping around every inch of my soul.

I felt like I was on top of the world with her like this, pleasure overtaking her body from what I was doing. My entire body felt like it was in sync with hers. Our breathing, our thrusts, our moans, everything.

Every spasm of her orgasm sent another signal to my chest.

Every moan from her mouth caused it to squeeze.

The barely there smile on her face made my heart beat a little faster.

I was no longer falling for Fallon… I already fell.

As soon as the thought left my brain, I buried myself inside her. My hands gripped the bedsheets around her head, my chest heaving up and down, and I wished I could’ve blamed it on the physical exertion, but I knew damn well that wasn’t the reason my lungs were gasping for air.

At that point, I wasn’t even gasping for air.

I was gasping for her.

Chapter Nineteen

Fallon

The darkness of the room made everything seem a little easier. Everything seemed a little less scary. The future didn’t look so dull. I felt safe in the dark, like I could hide from everything.

Everything other than the man lying beside me.

Tonight, Emmett pushed me right off the edge that I was teetering over. I felt like I was free-falling.

My eyes traced the curve of his nose, his closed mouth, his sharp cheekbones.

He was agonizingly beautiful and kind. He was so kind. His eyes were full of life and happiness. They were dark in reality, but they lit up every feeling inside of me to the point that I felt like I was a sparkler on the Fourth of July.

I continued to stare at him in the wee hours of the night, waiting for the regret to set in, but it never came. I didn’t regret anything when it came to Emmett, even though I was probably supposed to.

I kept telling myself to stay away, to distance myself, to push away all the deeper feelings I’d been pushing at. And that was simply to avoid all the consequences I’d have to pay when it came time to break it off—when we went our separate ways.