Page 66 of Replacement
He’s filling me completely—tight and aching and unbearably good. And I’m flushed with heat and urgency and already clawing at his shoulders.
When he begins to thrust at last, we build up a fast, hungry rhythm—William grunting out primitive sounds of effort and pleasure and me biting my lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly.
I can’t restrain the impulse for long, but it doesn’t seem to matter. William is just as out of control as I am. We move eagerly together, our damp skin clinging and our bodies slapping on each instroke.
Every time he pushes into me, William rasps out my name, and every time I hear it, I cry out, “Yes!”
I’m on the verging of coming when I meet and hold his gaze. His eyes are hot and needy, and they don’t look away from me.
He’s seeingme. He’s making love tome. I come on the knowledge.
He follows quickly, my clenching and shuddering pulling him into climax as well.
I cling to him as I come down, my chest aching with breathlessness and my body so hot I think I might melt. But I love the feel of him—his heated, sated weight on top of me, the way he seems to have let himself go completely.
In a way he almost never does.
William buries his face in the crook of my neck again and mumbles against my throat, “Jade. Jade.”
I lift my neck into his fumbling kisses. “Oh God, William, that was so good.”
He murmurs his agreement, still pressing his lips against my flushed skin.
“I’m not sure how we ended up here,” I admit at last, trying to wrap my mind around exactly how it happened. We were eating lasagna, then cleaning up, then ended up in bed together.
William raises his head, groaning softly as if it was too heavy to lift. “Aren’t you? I know exactly how we ended up here.”
I can’t help but smile. “You do?”
“Do you really not know I love you, Jade?”
I writhe in pleasure at the words. “Really?”
He rolls his eyes as I beam up at him.
“Well, I didn’t want to assume that what we said and did when we were lying to each other would stay exactly the same.”
“It’s not exactly the same. It’s better. It’s… truer.”
I gulp and nod up at him tearfully. “Good. Because I love you too.”
He leans down to kiss me softly. “I was hoping you would say that.”
I pull him down into a hug, my legs still bent up around his hips. There’s more I want to say, more I want to ask him, but it isn’t necessary immediately.
For the moment, things feel exactly right.
* * *
I wake up the next morning hot and a little bit sore. My arm is asleep and is tingling painfully, and I’m trapped in an awkward position.
It takes me a moment to process where I am and why I’m so uncomfortable. I’m in bed with William. Although we cleaned up after we had sex last night, we fell asleep together later. And I’m now pressed up against him—which explains why I’m so hot. He’s lying on one of my arms, and he’s holding me tightly, preventing me from moving.
I moan uncomfortably and wriggle, trying to dislodge myself from his body.
William grunts and tenses against me, signaling that he’s waking up too. His arms loosen.
“Help,” I say, pulling at the arm that’s still trapped beneath him.