Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
And I knew I sure as hell wanted him to.
After we sat down, we started talking about our classes, what needed done before the weekend, and then it was on to the domestic stuff.
After I graduated, I applied and had gotten accepted into the same university as Aiden and Mal. But it had been the one I’d always wanted to go to. It was just luck that the boy I was head-over-heels in love with happened to go there too.
I tried the whole dorm thing, which lasted all of one semester before Mal and I decided to just move in together. We’d been with each other every second of every day anyway, so might as well consolidate and live together.
We’d found this little one-bedroom apartment off campus, which although still ridiculously priced for what it was, was cheaper than staying in the dorms or on campus.
And here we were now, the last year a whirlwind of moments and emotions I’d only ever fantasized about. Thinking about being with Mal, loving him, having his love in return, made this no doubt goofy little smile form on my lips.
He caught my expression, and I watched as his eyes became hooded before he moved closer, his legs straddling the picnic table bench. With a strength that was so very masculine, he maneuvered me so I was now on his lap, straddling him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, heated words against the side of my neck.
I had my arms around his shoulders, my chest pressed to his. He was so hard when I was all soft.
“It’s like every single day I want you more.”
I felt how hard he was beneath me, and a flush stole over my whole body at the feeling, knowing I did this to him.
“I’m crazy for you,” he growled and nipped at my neck, and I chuckled right before a little sigh spilled from my parted lips.
And so was I, so crazy that I knew there was no going back from this, no stopping the love I had for Mal from growing until it consumed me.
Hell, it already did.
“I can’t wait to get you home.” He pulled back and nipped at my lips. “I need to be inside you.” His words were this low, deep rumble of pure arousal that set me on fire. “I can’t wait for a lot of things.” He had his hands on my hips, the look on his face changing from carnal pleasure to loving affection.
He leaned in and kissed my lips softly, and I sighed in contentment, nothing in my life feeling as good as being next to Mal.
“Tell me what you can’t wait for.” I leaned into him, resting my forehead on his shoulder, and closed my eyes and just breathed. When I was with Mal, I felt like I could actually do the latter. I felt like I’d been holding my breath the entire time until he came along.
“I can’t wait until we graduate. Can’t wait until I can marry you, see you walk down the aisle. I can’t wait until we buy our first house. I’m looking forward to us starting our careers, our futures growing.” He kissed the side of my throat, and I shivered in response. He slid his hand in front so it rested on my flat belly. “And I can’t wait until we can start a family.” That last part was whispered, all his affection and love wrapped up in those words.
“I can’t wait for all of that too, Mal.” And I couldn’t. Ever since I first met him, I felt my feelings for him grow exponentially. I knew he was something special. I knew he was supposed to be in my life.
He was meant to be mine just as I was always his.
We had our ups and downs. We had that push and pull every relationship experienced.
But at the end of the day, the one thing that never changed was that we had each other.
Epilogue Two
Delilah
Four years later
It was the rolling stomach and my salivary glands working overtime that told me I was going to barf. It was that sensation when you knew you were about to throw up everything you’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours that had my body rousing, my eyes opening, and my legs curling toward my belly.
When the sensation eased, I looked over my shoulder. Mal slept soundly beside me, his big, muscular body taking up so much of the mattress I felt like a tiny thing next to him on it.
I eased out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, my stomach cramping again, my salivary glands working double time. I closed the door softly, flicking on the light and standing there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. This wasn’t some case of food poisoning. I knew that in my gut without having any confirmation one way or another.