Page 114 of Reckless Love

“You cannot carry that. I made choices. Those choices led me there. You didn’t hatch any kind of plan to put me in danger.”

“If you can do something to stop her from going to jail, I think you should.” Ava scooches closer and presses her lips to a spot just under my ear that makes my stomach flip. “Protect her because it’s the right thing to do. Do it for your parents if you can’t do it for her.”

“When did you become the forgiving one?” I murmur against her temple.

“When you forgave me,” she says, “even though I didn’t deserve it.”

“I’d forgive you anything. You could probably stab me in the heart, and I’d come back from the dead just to tell you it was okay.”

“You would not,” she says with a little laugh. “You’d come back to terrify me.”

“That would just be a fun bonus. As long as I got to see you, either outcome would be a win.”

“I love you,” she whispers. “Now that I’ve said it, I can’t stop saying it.”

My favorite is how she says it over and over again when I make her come. She’s not on birth control, and I don’t wear protection. We’re playing with fire, and part of me hopes we get burned, that we have no choice but to accept the consequences of our actions. Neither of us has said the exact consequence out loud, and I don’t want to ruin whatever unspoken agreement we’ve fallen into.

“Is the door locked?” I ask.

Now that we’re back together in every imaginable way, one of us locks the in-between door until just before we fall asleep. Then we reopen it in case Landon comes looking. He hasn’t so far, but there’s no need to take any chances.

“Yes,” she murmurs, rotating in my arms until her back is pressed against my chest.

“Like this,” I ask, dragging my hand up her thigh and bringing her negligee with it. Then I’m cupping her breast, rubbing my thumb against her nipple. I give it a little pinch, and she gasps, wiggling against my erection.

“Yes,” she says, breathy with desire. “You know exactly how I like it. Everything about you turns me on.”

I dip my hand between her legs to test her claim, and she’s soaking already. So ready for me that it makes my cock twitch, and I have to suppress the urge to rush us.

“Put your fingers inside me,” she moans, arching into me.

I hitch her leg on top of mine, opening her up, and I slide my fingers along her most sensitive areas, eliciting another moan before I dip a single finger into her entrance.

“More,” she says. “I need more.”

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her ear. “Tell me what you need.” And I slide a second finger in, marveling at her wet heat. “Fuck, I love being inside you. I think about it all the time. Wet and warm and all mine. Feels like coming home when I’m inside you.”

She reaches around and cups the back of my neck, and I flick her clit with my thumb. She writhes and turns her face in my direction, desire written all over her.

“Another,” she says. “I need more. I want more of you.”

I ease in a third finger, and with each entrance and exit, I brush my thumb against her clit, teasing her, taunting her. Now that I know I can get her off, I enjoy the push-pull of extending pleasure and seeking release. We were always so good at this dance of desire.

“Are you going to come like this, Ava? Is this how you want it?”

“No,” she whines. “No. I want you inside me when I come.”

“That’s my girl,” I murmur against her ear. “You want my big cock filling your pussy, don’t you? Then what are you going to tell me as I make you come so hard you can barely talk?”

“That I love you,” she says, moving with my hand. “That I love you so much.”

“What do you love, baby?”

“I love the feel of you inside me. Any part of you inside me. And I love how much you love me. How…” She moans when I bring her close to the edge before backing off. “How much you love…” She grips my neck harder, rotating her hips to force my fingers deeper when I draw away. “Please,” she pleads.

“Please what, baby?”

“I need you inside me. God, I need you inside me now. I need it so badly.”