Hailey

I looked over at Bryan, still not believing where I was. His bed was so soft underneath my body, and the way he was looking at me was almost as if he loved me again. I tried to shake the thought from my head as his migraine medication finally started kicking in, but there was a part of me that wanted to believe it.

Because as I laid there staring into his beautiful brown eyes, I realized I still loved him.

“Hailey, I owe you a tremendous apology,” he said.

But all I did was look at him in shock as his hand wound around mine.

“Blocking your number and ignoring your emails was immature, but ripping you into the house like I did, taking your body the way I did when you only wanted to talk, and then tossing you out like that.”

I saw tears rise to his eyes, so I brought his fingertips to my lips. I kissed every single knuckle on every single finger, trying desperately to get him to calm down. I needed him to understand that I forgave him. I needed him to understand that I still cared for him. I needed him to know that there was nothing he could do that would ever diminish the man I knew he was, the man I’d fallen in love with.

“And I’m sorry,” I said. “For deceiving you and not telling you sooner. For allowing you to pour your heart out while still keeping my own secrets when I knew they could possibly help you. I thought you would hate me so much, and I wasn’t ready to risk that. I was never ready to risk that.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Hailey. I’ve already told you that,” he said.

“But I still need to. It still hurt you. That fight, it changed everything between us, and I’m so sorry.”

His hand pulled itself from mine before it curled around my cheek. I saw his body approach mine, slowly rolling me over onto my back as I felt him weight for the first time since our encounter. His muscles pressed into me, cloaking me from the harsh world that constantly threatened to chew me up and spit me out, and his eyes danced in between mine while his thumb stroked my skin.

“Could I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, Bryan.”

“Could I show you how much I missed you?”

I honestly wasn’t sure what he was talking about until I saw his face slowly approaching mine. His eyes fluttered closed, and I could feel his breath on the tip of my tongue, and at first, I just stared at him. Then, our lips connected, and my gaze darted around his face, trying to figure out where this was going and trying to figure out what was happened and what my response should be.

But the moment I closed my eyes and lost myself in the dance of his lips, my body rose to the occasion and knew exactly what to do.

My hands slowly crept up his chest, feeling the strength underneath his clothing while his hand slid down my body. His hand cupped my breast, tugging my nipple to life as my legs shifted for him. My knees fell off to the side as he slid in between my thighs, my body inviting him in as if he’d never left. Our tongues danced deeply within each other’s cheeks, my body trying to drink down every single thing about him. My hands were curling into his back, pulling his shirt from his body as his hands started to creep up my shirt.

We rolled around and rid ourselves of our clothes, feeling our naked bodies against one another’s for the first time in months. My lips slid down his neck, taking in the beating of his pulse point while my fingertips grazed his rigid muscles. I planted kiss after kiss on his neck. His shoulder. His chest. His hips. I laid him back while my tongue traveled his body, tracing the outlines of his broad muscles while my eyes took in the movement of his tattoos.

I loved how they flexed for me when Bryan gave his body over to my every whim.

I kissed him down to his toes before I gazed down at him. His eyes scanned the length of my body, his tongue darting out to lick his lips while his darkened gaze took me in. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his thick erection, feeling him throb in the palm of my hand as he groaned, but the moment was lost when he flipped over and pressed my stomach into the bed.

“Just lay there,” he said darkly.

I felt his lips press into the blade of my shoulder, causing me to jump as every single hair on my body rose to his needs. His hands trailed lightly down my curves, taking in the softness of my skin as his lips kissed down my back. He nipped and sucked, marking areas of my body his lips hadn’t touched yet, and I could’ve sworn I felt him smiling against my skin while he did it.

His hands massaged my ass cheeks while his tongue grazed the back of my thighs. My legs parted for him, offering him any sort of passage to where my wetness needed him while he rediscovered my body. I could feel the intimacy bleeding from his fingertips as his lips ghosted the globe of my ass, but the moment he pressed a kiss to my sopping wet entrance, I lifted my hips and offered myself to him.

He laid between my legs and supported my hips in his hands before his tongue darted out and pressed into my body. I moaned at the sensation, bucking back onto his tongue while he reached further up. I felt the tip of this tongue flicker against my clit, shivering my entire body as I gripped my hands into his bedsheets.

Then, he began his beautiful assault as my ass bucked back into his face.

Over and over and over again, his tongue flicked my swollen clit. His lips sucked up the juices I had for him while his hands roamed my body, and I thought I was simply going to combust. For weeks, all I’d wanted was to talk with him, and here he was cherishing my body like he had done for weeks and weeks over the summer.

My head was spinning with the pleasure his tongue was delivering to me, but before I could reach my peak, he pulled himself back.

I was panting into the bed while his body stalked up mine, and the moment his hands drew my hips into the air, I knew exactly what was coming.

Without a word said between the two of us, he slipped into my dark, wet heat. My walls parted for him, throbbing around his welcome intrusion as we both groaned together. His hands slid up my back before his fist wrapped into my hair, and as his hips began to roll into mine, I planted my hands on his headboard.

I timed my thrusts with his, bucking back into him while his balls smacked my clit. His groans and gasps melded with my whimpers and whispered prayers, and soon, his room was covered with the sweet, familiar scent of our sex. His bed was rocking, and his sheets were soaked with me, and I could feel him throbbing inside me as my legs began to give way.

But before either of us found what we were looking for, he wrapped his arms around me and brought us both down on our sides.

His hands tweaked my nipples, pulling them to painful peaks as I arched back into him. My leg swung around his hips, his thickness still sunken into me as my hips begged for him to continue. I reached behind me and grabbed his hair, pulling his face into my neck as he showered me with kisses.

And the entire time, all he did was stay seated inside of me.

“I’ve missed this,” he said into my skin. “I’ve missed you.”

“I never stopped hoping you’d come back to me,” I said breathlessly as he pulled out. “I never stopped hoping you would—”

He slammed back into me, rendering me speechless. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as his hand trickled down my stomach, heading for that beautiful place I could feel pulsing with desperate need. He filled me to the brim time and time again as he sent my body into shocks of pleasure, and the moment his fingertips began dancing around my clit, I could no longer contain myself.

I thrust my ass against him relentlessly, chasing my pleasure while his teeth dug into the meat of my shoulder. One hand grasped my breast tightly while the other worked itself between my legs, and I could feel his thickness growing larger and larger while my pussy coaxed his arousal from between his legs. I could feel the both of us shaking, our bodies losing all control against one another while we climbed that dark trek up the mountain.

When his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled me closer to him, my hands flew into his hair just before we both tumbled off the side of that cliff.

My body shook while my legs pulled taut. His thumb pressed onto my clit while my walls sucked him deeper into my body. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, his hips slamming as far into me as he could get while he dug his face into the crook of my neck. We moaned and gasped, trembling and quaking on the sheets of his bed as we allowed our pleasure to barrel over our bodies.

But the moment our bodies dropped back to reality, the words left my lips as easily as they always had.

“I love you, Bryan.”

I was panting, heaving for air while he stayed deep inside my body. I could feel our intermingled juices dripping from between my legs, and I thought I might have said the wrong thing. I started to move, pulling away from his body. But all he did was wrap his arms around my waist and pull me so close, he threatened to cut off my air supply.

And that’s when I felt the first of many tears he would cry that night dripping onto my shoulder.

“I love you, too, Hailey. I love you so much.”