I’d saved myself for her, because no other woman would ever compare to her, could ever hold my heart. That was reserved solely for Shiloh.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. Fuck being friends. I was ready to make her mine.
“I love you, Kace.” She said those words so low, almost on a whisper. “God, I love you so much it hurts.”
The air left my lungs like I’d been sucker punched in the gut. I couldn’t even move, let alone form a coherent word.
I groaned. I’d never get tired of hearing that. “Say it again,” I whispered.
She smiled and said, “I love you, Kace. I’ve always loved you.”
When there wasn’t a stitch of clothes on either of us, I moved us to the bed. It was small, a twin size, but that was perfect. That meant we’d be that much closer. I was on my back and pulled her on top of me, her legs now straddling my waist, the heat coming from between her thighs turning me on like nothing else. God, she felt incredible on top of me.
“God, baby,” I whispered, not sure if this was real or one incredible fucking dream. “I love you so fucking much.” I lifted my hand and stroked my finger along her cheek. “If you knew how much, it’d fucking scare you.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. “It’s only ever been you for me, Shiloh. You’re it for me.” I rose up and had my hands in her hair, my mouth on hers. I kissed her like my life depended on it, like I was losing this battle and the only way to survive, to win, was to kiss her. And I guess that was true in every sense of the word.
She was my life.
She had her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I loved the pleasure and pain it caused.
I had my hands wrapped around her. I didn’t want to lose her, didn’t want her going anywhere.
“Is this really happening?” she whispered against my mouth, and all I could do was nod, not about to break the kiss.
I slid my tongue between her lips. She was so small atop me, her body almost fragile compared to me. I felt like I could break her if I wasn’t careful. I rested my forehead against hers, and we breathed the same air.
She started kissing me again, her lips smooth, soft on mine. I let her take the lead. I let her set the pace. My cock was so fucking hard, the length pressing painfully against her cleft. She was the one in control, even if every single part of me wanted to be dominant.
“You’ll be my first, Shiloh.” There was no point keeping that to myself. I wanted her to know.
“Kace,” she moaned and kissed me harder, started breathing faster.
I closed my eyes and groaned. I might be a virgin, might not know the first thing about how the hell all of this was supposed to go, but shit, I felt like I was on autopilot, like this would all fall into place.
I was so fucking glad I’d saved myself for her, for my Shiloh.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she murmured against my lips.
“Fuck, yeah we are, baby.”
I speared my hands in her hair and kissed her until we were both gasping for air. I wanted to drown in her, wouldn’t even care if I died right now. Hell, that would have been a perfect way to go.
This was my fantasy.
This was my reality.
I held her still with my hands in her hair as I fucked her mouth like I wanted to do between her legs … like I’d be doing tonight.
Shiloh was ready for me; I knew that without a doubt. I felt it, saw it … hell, smelled the sweet scent of her desire coating the air.
I could have come just from kissing her alone.
She panted against my mouth, and even if I wanted to kiss her forever, never stop until my lips were bruised, I did pull back. My heart pounded like a fucking jackhammer in my chest, a war drum beating against my ribs.
“Mine.” My voice was deep, serrated, my desire for her like gasoline on an open fire. I flipped us over so now I was the one on top. She spread her legs so I could wedge my much larger body between them.
I wanted this moment to be in slow motion, wanted to absorb every second of it, have it ingrained in my head like a brand.
A part of me wanted to go slow, to make this last. But another part knew that wouldn’t happen. I didn’t have self-control for all that.
I leaned back slightly and watched as she lowered her gaze to my cock, her eyes widening slightly. And then I grabbed my dick and stroked myself like a crude bastard. I liked her watching me, got off on her breath changing because she was turned on.