Once Upon a Sure Thing (Heartbreakers #2)(45)

Swiveling my hips, I rock into her, every nerve ending in me crackling. She matches each stroke, and we move together. We kiss together. We say nothing together, and our silence speaks volumes.

We’re always talking. Joking. Laughing. Saying dirty things.

But if I open my mouth now, I’ll tell her how I feel.

I swallow the words, keeping them to myself till I know she can handle them. Till we can handle us.

I kiss her neck, then go deeper, so deep she’s writhing and begging, her breath speeding up, her eyes squeezing shut. She moans my name, and it’s never sounded as good as it does when Ally’s coming apart beneath me.

Relentless pleasure blares through me, a euphoria that signals my orgasm isn’t far enough away.

But I want more for her.

I want her too far gone. I grit my teeth and somehow stave off my own climax so I can flip her over to her hands and knees. She’s still trembling, still moaning softly as I push her palms toward the pillows. I grab the ribbon, wrap it around her wrists, and tie the ends to her headboard.

She looks at me, biting her lip. “Take me.”

If she only knew why I need her like this. Because I’ve wanted her for years, and when I sink back into her, it occurs to me that maybe I’ve been falling in love with her for six years too.

Six years.

And now I’m here, and all this touching has unlocked all these feelings.

Feelings I don’t know what to do with.

So I do as asked.

I take her.

I want to take her and keep her, and I know that as I fuck her, I’m making love to her.

It can never be anything else with my Ally, my Honey, my woman.

Soon, she’s nearing the cliff again, then she’s soaring off, crying out, and I give in too, as pleasure barrels down my spine, curling tight in me till I come hard inside her.

The ecstasy blots out the complete and absolute mess in my head.





Chapter 27





Ally



I order Vietnamese like a champion, and then we play Bananagrams as we wait for the delivery, making it through four words before we kiss again. The kiss lasts a few minutes, then I sink to the floor, bring him into my mouth once more, and treat him to another blow job as he sits back on the couch, moving my head up and down between his legs.

When he comes, my cell rings, and it has to be the food delivery. Flailing my arm, I grab for the phone, checking the number, then hand it to Miller.

“Yessssss,” he says on a final moan as I suck him dry. “Come on up.”

Perfect timing.

We eat, then we drink wine, then we return to my bed, and he kisses me everywhere. I’m pretty sure I’ll be sore tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure I don’t care about anything but the way he treasures my body.

I run my fingers over the inked notes on his hip, humming a few words from one of the Heartbreakers’ most popular songs. “All I want is to find you again . . .”

A slow and peaceful grin spreads on his face, and he answers me, crooning softly, “Even if that’s crazy.”

My thumb slides higher over the artwork on his body. “Tell me, tell me . . . I haven’t lost you.”

He beats out a gentle rhythm on my belly. “Tell me I’m not crazy.”

I cease the singing. Maybe because it’s not our song. Or maybe because it’s skating perilously close to words that might overwhelm this fragile thread between us.



*

As the night crawls past midnight, we slide under the covers, and we don’t stop.

We are wild, hungry creatures, needing more. More contact. More touch. More of each other.

I pull him on top of me. “I like every position so far, but I really like looking at you, Miller.”

“Baby,” he groans, and closes his eyes as he enters me.

I wrap my legs around his hips, bringing him as close as I can. Our slick, sweaty bodies slide against each other. In the dark, in the absolute bliss detached from all reason and responsibility, the hope inside me dares to swell again. The way he touches me makes me feel so rich with love that I want to blurt out everything. To tell him I want him in my life every night.

When I’m scarily close to breathing the most dangerous words, he goes so deep in me that I see heaven.

My brain turns into a delicious haze of lust and love as I surrender once more, and he joins me. When he tugs me against him, and I curl into his arms, all I want is to let this perfect night stay absolutely perfect.

Once the sun rises, I’ll find a way to make sense of the emotions occupying all the space in my heart.

For now, I have Miller’s arms around me.



*

My refrigerator is a desolate wasteland. My belly is the maw of a shark, growling and chomping.

“How is this possible?” Miller scratches his head as he considers the empty shelves that mock our rumbling morning tummies. His rumpled hair after a night in my bed is adorably sexy, and I riffle my hand through the strands. He harrumphs as he paws at a loaf of bread nearing the end of its life. “Why do you hate food so much?”

Laughing, I park my hands on my hips. “I’m a New Yorker. I’ve found all the cheap takeout and delivery in the city. It’s an art form that makes the fridge irrelevant.”

He squeezes my ass. “But don’t you know you have to have eggs and coffee for your man after you fuck him senseless?”