Torn (Connections #2)(104)

She wraps her arms around me and I kiss her. Now I can taste her and I know she can taste herself-a combination that does more than just turn me on. We move together as one, the intensity building with every thrust. It's a feeling I wish would last forever. In fact, I wish I could stay buried inside of her-there is no place in this world I'd rather be.

Breaking our kiss, I hungrily nip at her jaw and press my mouth down her neck. Thrusting in and out, I give her everything I can and she willingly takes it. I'm trying to hold on, not wanting this feeling to end. But when her head falls back and she arches her body I tell her, "Come with me."

Her muscles clench and her inner walls tighten around me as she whispers breathlessly, "I'm right here with you."

And that is all I need to hear. Burying my face in her neck, I thrust a few more times and just as I still and start to explode, her body shudders with an intense orgasm that can only be matched by my own. "I love you, Dahlia!" I manage as we come together, sharing the most intimate connection two people can ever know. We're truly one right now-one body, one soul. She's not only mine, she's mine forever.





Chapter 30

I Belong to You

River

October 31st




The white light creeps in through the window. We left the curtains open last night so we could stare out into the night, admiring the view, and feeling absolutely content-content knowing we will always be there for each other. I know today is the hardest day of the year for her and I want to do everything I can to guarantee she has a smile on her face.

I've been watching her sleep, waiting for her to wake up. I'm lying on my back and she's draped across my chest with her cheek pressed against me and her golden strands pulled back just enough so I can see her beautiful face. With her next to me naked in bed, I can't stop myself from sliding my hands over her smooth skin.

She opens her eyes only the tiniest fraction and kisses my chest. She skims her fingertips down my stomach, stopping to trace lines over each muscle, stoking the heat between us that never dies.

"Good morning," I tell her, kissing her head and smelling the sweet scent of her hair.

"Morning." She nips my skin and sends me over the edge.

Rolling her over, I hover above her and bury my elbows into the pillow. My mouth trails down her neck and she giggles, "You're tickling me."

"Giggling and tickling aren't what I'm going for," I murmur back as I continue to lick and nip her skin.

She pulls my head to hers and when our lips meet I want to devour her, but when I brush my tongue against hers, she laughs. Ignoring the sound, I suck on her bottom lip because I know how much she likes it. When I do, she smirks and stifles any noise that would accompany it. I plop down beside her and rest my head on my elbow. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes I ask, "What are you doing?"

She flutters her eyes. "Why, whatever do you mean?" she answers in her cute fake Southern accent.

Grinning, I say, "I'm trying to make love to you but you seem to be finding it funny."

She pouts her lips and drops her eyes.

"What's wrong, baby?" I ask, grabbing her hand and lacing my fingers in hers, not sure what I did.

She smiles and I swear I feel my heart stop from her beauty. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just waiting to see how long it takes you."




       
         
       
        
"Well, if you'd let me get started, you'd be able to see." Then raising an eyebrow I ask, "Wait, what exactly are you waiting to see how long it takes for?"

Now she's laughing hysterically and I start to question my manhood. When she settles down she gives me an impish grin. "To say happy anniversary, silly. Not what you're thinking!"

A bright smile spreads across my face. "I guess it's an anniversary of sorts-six years ago today, you stared at me across a bar and look where I am now," I say, trailing my fingers down her bare arm.

She tells me, "Well, I think it went more like this . . . six years ago today you stalked me and look where I am now-in the arms of Jack the Ripper."

Grinning, I remember that first night we met at the USC Campus Bar and the conversation we had. Then I decide if I'm ever going to concede this is the time. "Okay, I'll give you that one."

She keeps my hands laced in hers and moves closer to me. She kisses me and then says, "I love you-I thought I loved you from the first moment I saw you in the bar. And I knew I loved you five years later when I saw you in that conference room. But it wasn't until you said that you weren't just kissing me-you were whispering in my mouth-that I fell madly in love with you."