“Are you sad?”

She shakes her head, and her smile is radiant. “No. I’m happy. I’m so happy because I’m so in love with you.”

And this—this feeling, like I can do anything, like the world is shaded with bright, bold colors, like I’m living inside a hit song I can’t stop singing along to—is happiness. It’s joy. It’s love, and my heart feels like it doesn’t even fit inside my chest anymore.

“I’m crazy in love with you,” I say, and then, because it’s out there, I can’t stop. “I’m so wildly in love with you, Mia.”

She loops her arms tighter around me. “I’m so crazy in love with you, but I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

My jaw drops. “What?”

She nods. “I thought it was one-sided.”

“You thought I wasn’t into you?”

“Well, I knew you liked me. I didn’t think you were in as deep as I was.”

I grab her ass. “Mia Summers, if there’s one thing you can be certain of, it’s that I’m in so deep with you, it’s beyond over my head.”

I grab a towel and dry her off.

She shoots me a quizzical stare. “You’re not just saying that because you liked the blow job?”

I scoff as I grab another towel and run it over my body. “Let me prove to you that this has never been just sex. It’ll never be just sex. I’ve always made love to you, and I’m going to do that right now. So you know how you affect me. So you understand when I say it’s you I want, you every day, I mean every single day and every damn night.”

I hang up the towel, scoop her into my arms, and leave the steamy bathroom. I glance down the hall and make our way to one of the bedrooms. I kick open the door, and a king-size bed with a white cover awaits. I carry her, lower her onto it, and watch as she scoots up the bed to the pillows.

I join her, grabbing her waist and flopping down on my back. “Come sit on my face.”

She shudders. “Really?”

“You say that like you think I don’t want to eat you right now.”

“I thought you were going to make love to me.”

“I am. First with my mouth. Then with my whole body.” I grab her hips, but I don’t need to convince her anymore. She crawls up me, and lowers herself to my face, and I kiss her wetness. I close my eyes, groaning instantly. The very second I taste that silky heat, I’m roaring inside.

And she’s moaning.

And rocking.

And grinding.

My Mia gets into it. Oh hell, does she get into it. It doesn’t take her long to find her rhythm. Grabbing the headboard, she circles her hips. I hold her tight, moving her across my mouth, flicking my tongue over her swollen flesh, rubbing my stubble all over her.

She pants, and moans, and cries out.

Then, she turns wild. She’s a woman possessed, riding my face, fucking my mouth, grinding and rocking until she shudders, and everything goes silent for one gloriously suspended moment when she doesn’t move.

Then, her shoulders shake. Her belly tightens. Her thighs grip my head.

And she is nothing but oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.

She comes on my lips, trembling against me. I keep my grip on her until her moans subside, then I gently move her off and slide her down the bed, flipping her onto her belly. She’s a warm, soft creature now, all blissed-out and sex-drunk.

I yank up her hips, so she’s on all fours, resting on her elbows.

“You’re going to make love to me like this?”

I nod. “Let me show you how I can make your favorite position feel even better.”

With her hips raised, I line up my cock at her entrance. Then I slide inside, and I groan. I shudder. It’s just so fucking intense. Her back bows, and she moans, then looks back at me.

I thrust deep in her, her heat gripping me as her intense eyes stay on mine.

When I’m all the way in, I band an arm around her waist, and tug her up so she’s kneeling with me. Her back is against my chest, her body so tight to mine.

I raise one hand to her face, turning her so her lips meet mine. And we kiss, and we groan, and we fuck. She lifts her arms, wrapping them behind her, around the back of my head. My hand slinks between her legs, and she shivers against me.

I show her how her favorite position can be even more intimate, how it can bring us even closer. I don’t stop kissing her, not when she cries out, not when her breath turns ragged, and not when she trembles.

When she starts to fall away from me, I hold her even tighter, letting go of her lips at last so she can cry out her pleasure as she comes on me. And that’s all I need to join her on the other side of the cliff.