Page 173 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
I lean down to kiss her, but she pulls back. “Wait. There’s something else I need to say.”
My hips press against hers. “Hurry.”
“I love you,” she says all in one breath.
Sparks travel across my skin. “Wait, slow down.”
A wet kind of laughter bubbles up her throat. “God, you’re so confusing. I. Loooooove. Yoooooou.”
“Say it again.”
“I lov—”
I lock my lips down on her open mouth. My tongue moves past her teeth, tasting, licking, owning every inch. She melts against me, returning the kiss with equal vigor.
A hint of cigarette smoke reaches my nostrils. That fucking jacket. I push it off her shoulders to the floor and kick it aside before burrowing my face in the crook of her neck.
There you are. Her sweet scent is strongest there.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” I mutter against her skin, my eyes shutting from the sheer pleasure of having her in my arms again. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Why did you return to New York?” she asks, her voice coming out breathy.
“Why do you think?” I pull back to look her in the eyes. “I couldn’t leave you. As soon as you got on that plane, I knew I needed to come back too. I didn’t have a plan. I just had to be in the same city as you.”
“If I’d known you were so close, maybe I’d have come earlier.”
“You have no idea how close I got. I saw you going to Pilates. I tried to follow you whenever I could.”
Her lips part in surprise. “Did you really?”
“I’m a masochist. It was torture to see you and not be able to touch you.”
Unshed tears wet her eyes. “Ras…”
“I know. But that’s done now. You’re back where you belong—in my arms.”
She stands on her toes and kisses me again, promising me everything.
* * *
We spend hours in bed tangled in each other until the bed frame decides to give us the middle finger and breaks beneath us with a sharp crack.
Gemma and I slide off the mattress, my cock still wet from being sheathed inside of her moments earlier. She laughs, her hair spilling over the hardwood floor. “Damn it, I was so close.”
There’s a wide grin on my face. It’s fucking weird being this happy after being nothing but miserable for the past week. I pull her to me, throw her legs over my shoulders, and press my lips against her pussy. “I don’t like leaving a job unfinished.”
She moans as I lick and tease and suck on her clit until I make her break apart.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she rides her release. “You’re an animal,” she says, panting from exertion. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I crawl up her body and give her a deep kiss. “I’m ravenous for you.”
She laughs as I flip us and tuck her under my arm. “I can see that,” she says, nuzzling against my chest. “I missed you too.”
We lie like that for a while until Gemma insists she needs to use the bathroom. I help her up and glance down at the bed. It’s a sad sight. I should at least attempt to fix it. First, I move the mattress off and then do what I can to adjust the frame. It just needs to last us the rest of the night. Tomorrow, we’re getting out of this place. I’m not having the future mother of my child sleeping in this shithole.
But where do we go?
