Real Girl (Aston Creek High 4)

This is my happiness right here and the fact that Slade is here with his strong, loving arms wrapped around me just makes it that much better.

His forehead falls to mine and he brushes his lips over mine, making me feel things I haven’t felt for so long. “You have no idea how happy I am to have you home.”

“Trust me, I think I know,” I tell him. “I never want to leave this place again.”

He pulls me into him and I keep going until I’m lying on top of him, my hair splayed out over his chest and my knees on either side of his hips. “I missed you so much,” I murmur, struggling to keep my voice from breaking as I listen to the heavy, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat.

Slade’s hand curls around my face and he lifts my chin so that he can see my eyes. “Come here,” he murmurs, grabbing my ass and hoisting me up his body so that my face hovers right above his. “I don’t think I can last a second longer without your lips on mine.”

A smile pulls at my lips. Who am I to make the man wait?

I lower my face to his, unable to look away from his smoldering eyes. I’ve missed this connection, his touch, his love and I need it so damn bad. He’s kissed me a few times since finding me at that gas station, but it was always with an audience and always for reassurance that I was okay.

This is more. So much more and has me wanting to sleep when I’m dead.

I bring my lips down on his and our connection is like a burning light growing within my soul. Nothing could possibly be better than this. I feel the love so deep that I’m torn between seeing this moment through and turning into an emotional wreck and sobbing in his arms while telling him over and over again just how much I love him.

Slade’s fingers weave through mine as I kiss him deeply.

Needing.

Wanting.

Craving.

I squeeze his hands and as if needing to take control, he pulls free from my grasp and curls his hand around my waist. He throws me down, rolling us so he hovers above me, not taking his lips from mine for even a second.

My hand curls around the back of his neck and I hold him to me needing his touch all over my body. His lips trail down my neck and I groan as the sensitive skin tickles with his touch.

It’s too fucking perfect, I can’t handle it. I want to scream, I want to groan, I want to reach inside of my chest, tear out my heart and hand it to him on a silver platter because I know that from now until forever, it belongs to him, every little piece of me. My head, my heart, my soul.

Slade slips his hand under my shirt, his fingers skimming over my skin and making me suck in a breath. It’s only been two weeks without him but there’s something so pure, so new that makes it feels like the first time.

My shirt is pushed up over my head and within moments, he reaches around me to unclasp my bra. I pull it off my arms and the second my breasts are exposed, Slade drops his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he lightly pinches the other, rolling it between his fingers.

My back arches up into him. I need more, so much more.

Screw the foreplay, we have the rest of our lives to touch, tease, and torment each other. Right now, I need to feel him inside of me, I need him to take me until I pass out, I need him to destroy me until I can’t even remember my own name.

I need him to take away the pain, the memories, and the bloodshed, and replace it with the love I know he has.

I peel his shirt over his head and make quick work of his sweatpants and before I know it, my legs are wrapped around his hips. Slade’s lips come back to mine. “I love you so goddamn much,” he murmurs as he lines himself up with my entrance.

My lips brush over his as my arms curl around his strong, sculptured back, feeling his muscles roll with every little movement. “I love you too,” I whisper, tightening my legs around him and drawing him in.

Unable to wait a second longer, Slade pushes up into me, both of us groaning as the pleasure is almost too much to handle.

His lips never leave mine and as he finally starts to move, the world dissolves around me and I forget it all. All that exists at this moment is me and Slade and the way he sets my body on fire, the way he loves me, and the way I can’t ever live without him.