Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1)(51)

She laughed, but cried even harder. It was an easy decision at that point.

With two hands, I scooped her off her feet and carried her to the couch. She clung to my neck as I sat down with her on my lap.

“You swear this is real, Till?”

“Well, I’m not exactly an expert on reality.”

She laughed into my neck.

“But, Eliza, it’s absolutely real to me.”

Lifting her head, she stared into my eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I gently took her mouth in a slow kiss.

Although it started out slow, Eliza took it deeper as she moved to straddle my lap. Then, dropping her hands from the hold on my neck, I lost her mouth as she murmured, “Show me.”

In one fluid movement, she peeled the T-shirt over her head, revealing her lack of a bra, and my cock instantly grew between us. “I could touch you all day long and it wouldn’t even be close to showing you how I feel.”

She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, releasing it on a sexy sigh. “Well, I think you should try.”

I absolutely agreed with her. She stood from my lap as I dragged her pants down. I wasn’t happy until she was completely naked—just the way I imagined her every night before I fell asleep. But even as she stood in front of me, I couldn’t picture anything except Derrick’s hands on her every curve.

She settled back on my lap, her breasts swaying from the movement.

I dipped a finger between her legs. “Did he touch you here?”

“No.”

“Here?” I glided a hand up to squeeze her breast.

“No.”

I trailed the tip of my finger up to her neck as she tilted her head to the side, her eyes falling shut. “No,” she breathed.

I gently rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip. “Here?”

Her eyes popped open. She didn’t respond, but that was answer enough.

“Never again.” I kissed her. “No one ever touches these again.” I teased my tongue over her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, brushing her nose against mine pleading for more—more that I absolutely planned to give her. “Now, lets see what we can do about that kiss.”

I roughly pushed a hand into the back of her hair, causing her to gasp. Then, while her mouth was still open, I took it in a hard, unapologetic kiss. Our tongues tangled as I used her hair to control the pace. She was hurried, but I was steady. There was no rush in eternity.

“Forever.” I moaned into her mouth while she rocked against my cock, which was unfortunately still tucked away in my jeans. “Say it.” I demanded, lifting my hips to increase the pressure.

“Why aren’t you naked?” she groaned, taking my mouth in another hard kiss, as her hand traveled down to the button on my jeans.

“Because I’m erasing where that * touched you. Then we’re spending the rest of the night rewriting it the way it should’ve been. I may’ve been the first, but this time when I make you come I want to know I’ll be the last. Now, f*cking tell me it’s forever.”

A slow, sexy smile crossed her lips. “You’ve always been forever for me.”

“No matter how bad I f*ck things up, we make this work. Forever.”

Her smile grew. “Stop freaking out and start rewriting.”

“Eliza . . .”

“Till, shut up.” She peppered kisses over my face. “Forever. Forever. Forever. I swear to love you, Till Page. Even if you f*ck it up. ” She leaned back to catch my eyes. “Better?”

I blew out a relieved breath. “Much. Now, just so you know, I want to be the one to tell Bailey to f*ck off.”

“No way! You’ll kill him,” she said so seriously that it made me laugh. “You let me handle, Derrick. He’s coming over tomorrow night. I’ll break it to him kindly then.”

“Fuck no you won’t! He’s not coming over here ever again.”

“Are we really fighting over Derrick Bailey while I’m sitting naked on your lap? This seems like a gross misuse of time.” She reached down and drew her fingernail over my cock. “Let me tell him tomorrow, and then you can say whatever you want next time you see him at the gym.”

I rumbled a groan and pressed my own hand between her legs.

“Can we go back to rewriting now?” She circled her hips against my fingers.

“Yeah.” I smiled, then began looking around the room. “Where do you want to start? Couch sex has its merits, but I think I’d like to lay you out on that table.”

Her eyes heated but she released the sweetest giggle when she answered, “Both.”

“Good plan.” Standing up off the couch, I slid her down my body until her feet landed on the ground. I began to push my jeans down my thighs, but paused to pull a long strip of condoms from my back pocket.

“Thank God!” she exclaimed, shoving me down on the couch.

I laughed as I fell, but Eliza made quick work of dragging my jeans off my feet as I tore the shirt over my head. She climbed onto my lap while I rolled the condom on between us, and within seconds, she sank down on my cock.

“Fuck.” I cursed as she began to ride me.

I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t drag my eyes from her body. She must have noticed my hungry gaze, because she asked, “You like to watch?” as she slid her hands up over her breasts and into her hair.