A Lover's Lament

“You didn’t answer me.”

“Huh?”

“Answer me, Katie.” The tone of his voice shouldn’t turn me on, but it does, and I am in no way ashamed to admit it.

“What was the question?” Doesn’t he know my brain is mush right now? I’m so turned on that it literally fucking hurts.

“Where do you want me?”

“Everywhere,” I breathe. “On me, in me, wrapped around me. I want every part of you touching every part of me.” My words must’ve been exactly what he wanted to hear because, in a matter of seconds, my panties are nowhere to be found and Devin is hovering on top of me, his thick erection cradled between my legs.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Devin.” Wrapping a leg around his waist, I dip a hand between us and guide him to my entrance. “Make love to me. Please.”

In one fluid motion, he rocks forward, stealing every ounce of breath I have. My hands find his back and I close my eyes, memorizing the moment. The way his muscles ripple beneath my fingers, the feel of his breath against my skin, the way his hips roll with every thrust.

This isn’t just sex, and it’s more than making love. This is two souls reconnecting—becoming one. In this moment, we are letting go of the past and opening ourselves up to a future that’s full of endless possibilities.

This is only the beginning.

Needing to be closer, I fuse our mouths together. I stroke my tongue against his, waiting for him to fight for control, but he doesn’t. Surprisingly, he follows my lead. Our kiss is passionate and so different from our teenage kisses.

Breathless, I pull away. “Touch me.” I don’t have to ask twice, and as though he knows exactly what I need, Devin slips a hand between our sweaty bodies. His fingers find my clit and he presses down, rubbing it in tight circles. My breathing picks up, turning into a light pant, as he brings my body to the edge. Then he picks up the pace, his hips rocking into mine, faster and more demanding.

“Open your eyes,” he growls, the sound nearly sending me right over the cliff. But somehow I manage to hold on, wanting nothing more than to drag this out as long as I can. “Watch us, Ka

tie,” he says, glancing down at the spot where our bodies come together. My gaze follows his and I watch for several seconds as he pumps in and out of me, the sight so damn erotic that it pushes me straight to the edge.

Digging my nails into his skin, my back arches. Rocking hard, his hips slam into me. His thumb rubs rhythmic circles on my clit, and when his body stiffens above mine, I explode into a million tiny pieces. Tossing his head back, Devin moans. The sound rumbling from his chest is hands down the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard come from a man.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says, peppering kisses across my face.

“You’re amazing,” I whisper.

And I love you … so much.

“How Long Will I Love You”—Ellie Goulding

HOT. WHY AM I SO fucking hot? And why is there an arm draped over my stomach? There’s an arm draped over my—

“Shit,” I hiss, flying up in bed, the sheet clenched to my naked chest. My eyes snap to the person in bed next to me, and when I find Devin’s emerald eyes smiling back at me, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“You okay?” His voice is thick and husky, causing parts of me to tingle that probably shouldn’t tingle at—I glance at the clock—nine o’clock in the morning.

“Yeah.” Lifting the covers away from our bodies, I glance down. Yup, naked as the babies I help deliver. And hello, Devin is completely naked too. I drop the cover back over my body. Devin has a devilish smile plastered to his face and warmth creeps up my neck. “I, uh … I guess I forgot. I’m not used to waking up with a man next to me.”

“We’re gonna circle around and discuss the last half of that statement in a second. But really, you forgot?” Devin sits up, his movement causing the sheet to fall around his hips. I try to keep my eyes on his, I really do, but it’s too damn hard. His chest is drool-worthy, and don’t get me started on those abs. There are easily … one, two, three, four—

“Six.” Devin snaps his fingers and I look up.

“Huh?”

“It’s a six-pack,” he says, laughing. I don’t feel at all bad about getting caught ogling or counting his abs. His body is a chiseled mass of perfection. “Now let’s talk about this forgetting business. If you forgot already, then I obviously didn’t do a very good job.” His voice softens when he brings his mouth to my neck. Running his finger along my collarbone, he slips his hand under the sheet, pushes it down and exposes my chest.

The cool air wafts over my skin and my nipples pucker. “Maybe you should try again. Just do a better job this time … at, uh … you know … oh fuck.” I’m not sure when Devin dipped a hand between my legs, but frankly, I don’t care. He pushes a finger inside of me, twisting it around before curling it upward.

“Lie back,” he demands, his eyes hooded. Well, I certainly won’t make him beg. I drop back on the bed and he rips the sheet from my body. Pushing up on an elbow, I look down. His hand is still lodged between my legs, and he’s watching as his finger slides in and out of me.