Page 104 of Escape

Huck was it. He was the man I was meant to be with all along.

We rolled several times, our bodies became covered in a sheen of sweat, and somehow, despite how long this thing had been building for the both of us for weeks now, we didn’t race to the finish.

But eventually, there was only so much we could take.

Between the emotional and physical connection between us, it was impossible to believe we could prolong it forever.

And before I knew it, my breathing had grown shallow and that knot in my lower abdomen tightened until I was crying out through the pleasure, my orgasm tearing through my body.

Huck didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He kept at me, one delicious stroke after another, until it left me.

That’s when I opened my eyes again, saw the intensity in his gaze, and felt the shift from him. He picked up his pace, one of his hands reaching down to curl around the back of my thigh. My leg was hitched higher on his side, and the next thing I knew, I was watching with utter fascination as Huck came apart above me, his muscles tensing and flexing as it ripped through him.

I’d never seen anything more fascinating in my entire life.

He was gorgeous.

He was perfect.

And when he made it to the other side and looked at me again, I blurted, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Huck smiled, dropped his mouth to mine, and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips while he moaned. After he pulled back, he returned, “I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

That was it.

That was all I needed to hear.

What we just had mixed with all the words we shared, there wasn’t anything that could ever take away what this meant to me. To us.

Finally, for the first time in my life, I believed I was exactly where I was supposed to be. And that’s when Huck’s sentiments really rang true. Because if I took the time to think about it, I didn’t know how I ever lived without having him in my life, either.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Huck

“It really happened.”

Though not a question, the tone of Josie’s voice as she spoke those three words indicated she felt a level of disbelief.

I couldn’t say I didn’t understand.

My eyes popped open almost as soon as the morning sunlight filtered in through the bedroom windows this morning. And while I’d had many mornings recently where I’d woken up with Josie in my arms, today was different.

Because she loved me.

She was mine now.

I’d spent the last thirty minutes or so feeling nothing but grateful for the opportunity to love her back, to show her how it was meant to be.

I was on my back in my bed with one of my arms wrapped around Josie’s body. She was curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest, and one of her arms draped over my stomach.

Just before she said those three words, she’d lifted her cheek from my chest to look at me. I smiled at her, my opposite hand moving to cover her arm on my abdomen. After giving her a squeeze, I confirmed, “It really happened.”

Josie didn’t hesitate to share exactly what was on her mind. “I thought I was going to wake up and learn that I made it all up.”

That would have been awful.

I couldn’t think of anything better that had ever happened to me than what had happened last night.