Something is missing, though …
The faint tinge of eager unrest I normally feel when I’m about to sleep with someone for the first time—isn’t there. Instead, I’m washed in comfortable warmth, a familiar safety colored with the excitement of novelty.
Sitting up, I unfasten his jeans, tug his zipper, and take his hardness in my hands, pumping the length in my hands before swirling my tongue against the tip. He groans, head falling back and fingers tangling in my hair.
I swallow his girth until he fists my hair and tugs it down, forcing our eyes to meet.
“I can’t take this anymore,” he breathes. Before I have a chance to respond, he climbs over me, spreading my thighs, pinning me beneath him. “I want more of you, Brie … I want all of you.”
The heat of his engorged cock against my swollen clit is torturous.
I think of the first night we met—how I so badly wanted to be the girl who would let a sexy stranger touch her every crevasse and tease her into orgasm with his tongue all night before a round of marathon sex.
But I like this. I like the slow and sweet and worth-the-wait situation we’ve got going on here. We’re not a couple of strangers filling themselves with meaningless sex. We’re two souls who have finally found a way to be together after everything …
“Then take me.” I hook my hands behind his neck and close the distance between our mouths. My arousal is sweet on his lips, and his hips thrust against mine, though he’s yet to push himself inside me. “I’m on the pill …”
Without an ounce of hesitation, he reaches between us, grips his cock and guides it inside of me slowly, generous inch by generous inch.
My body tightens until he’s all the way inside, and then I let go.
I melt below him, sinking with each insertion, though my soul is in the clouds every time our eyes lock.
I’ve never believed in soulmates. But after this? After him? After everything the universe put us through to be together?
How can I not?
He was made for me.
48
Cainan
“What are you doing?” Brie stands in her doorway early Monday morning, body wrapped in a bedsheet and hair reminiscent of last night. “It’s still dark out. My God. How early do you go into the office?”
“One sec.” I lean against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to my ear as I wait for Paloma’s voicemail greeting to finish. After the tone, I tell her to clear my day because I’m not coming in.
“Is everything all right?” She shuffles toward me, the sheet falling down around her breasts, though she’s too out of it to notice. “You feeling all okay?”
Neither of us slept last night.
Too busy making up for lost time.
I’m exuberantly exhausted. Deliciously sore. And one-hundred-percent positive Brie feels the same.
“Can you call in today?” I ask.
Her brows furrow. “Yeah. I can. Why?”
“We’re getting out of the city.”
Her pretty face tilts to one side. “Where are we going?”
“Anywhere. We’re just going to drive …”
I haven’t gotten behind the wheel of a car since my accident, but today has a different air to it, and I’m in the mood to get lost for a while.
Rounding the island, I make my way to Brie, scoop her into my arms, and carry her back to bed.
“I’m going to order a car. Probably won’t be delivered for another couple of hours,” I say, kissing the top of her head and working my way down her satin cheeks until I find her mouth in the dark. “Get some rest.”
I’m almost to her door when she calls my name.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Did you mean what you said last night.” Her words are slow, sleepy, and she rubs her eyes. “When you said you were falling for me.”
“When I said I was falling in love with you?”
Even in the dark and from the other side of the room, I catch her smiling. “Yeah.”
“Yes, I meant it,” I say. “Why?”
“Je t’aime aussi,” she whispers. “I love you too.”
49
Brie
We’ve been driving for hours now. I’m pretty sure we’re somewhere in Connecticut, soaring along sleepy highways, one seaside town after another, all of them blending together with their picturesque main streets, changing leaves, and deep blue ocean backdrops accented with foamy whitecaps.
I could do this forever … just drive … with him.
Cainan takes my hand in his. The radio plays softly, some artist I’ve never heard of but one that sets the perfect mood for the kind of day that winds on and on and lets you get lost in your thoughts for a while.
“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to live in a place like this,” I say when we pass a beautiful Cape Cod style house with cedar siding and white flower boxes on every window. And then I laugh under my breath before adding, “Wonder if anyone here ever wonders what it’d be like to live in the desert.”