Weston (Broken Falls #6)

Chapter Twenty-Three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Weston

T he house wraps us in its comforting silence, the gentle hum of the fridge whispering a lullaby that seems to dance with the rhythm of our pounding hearts. As I turn to Melanie, I can't help but notice the way her presence charges the very air around us, a tension so palpable it sets my skin on fire. My gaze meets hers with a searing intensity, the kind of look that has haunted my dreams for the last eight years.

"I want you, West. I've dreamed about you. Wondered what it would be like to be with you again. Can you make my dreams come true?" She questions, her fingers digging into my t-shirt.

Everything she wants, is what I'm going to give her.

"Are you sure?" I murmur, my voice thick with longing, each word a plea hiding behind the guise of a question. My fingers, gently trace the curve of her cheek, pausing as if to memorize the soft feel of her skin, the touch I'd only fantasized about in those years apart.

She nods, and though she doesn't say anything, her eyes spoke volumes. In that silent exchange, our shared past unfolds into the promise of the present. The air between us pulses with an irresistible draw, hinting at a reunion we seem to have both yearned for but never dared to hope for until now. Closing the space between us, I finally capture her lips with mine. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I yank her forward to take a kiss infused with both hunger and tenderness.

Our clothes slip away like shadows of the way she left me, leaving only the heat of our skin pressed together. I lay her down, cradling her as though she is the most precious thing to me. My hands explore her body with the urgency of a man rediscovering a secret he thought lost forever.

Melanie arches into me, her fingers curling into my shoulders, as my fingers go to the middle of her body, curling into her pussy. When there's no space between us, she moves, trying to get closer to the pleasure. The silence around us is punctuated only by her moans and my groans as my cock leaks against her thigh.

She reaches down, grasping my wrist in between her fingers, stopping the movement.

"Are you okay?" I question, my tongue going out to wet my dry lips.

"Yeah, I just want you inside me. I don't want to come without you. Not this time. I've done it way too much over the last eight years."

I nod, shivers working their way through my body. Reaching over to the bedside table, I palm a condom, one from the box that I bought when we were at the drugstore, and quickly put it on. Positioning myself over her body, I gently press home, and once she loosens around me, I press in and pull out with a punishing rhythm. She meets me in every way I want her to, and together we race toward the finish line. With a groan from me and a surprised gasp from her, we earn our pleasure.

When the storm of passion gradually subsided, we lay entwined, the room now a gentle cocoon around our sweat-slicked bodies.

I kiss her forehead with a tenderness that surprises even me, my heart beats relentlessly against her skin. "I love you," I breathe, the words a sacred confession.

As Melanie meets my gaze, her eyes mirror the depth of emotion flowing through my body. "I love you too," she whispers back, her voice sweet in the hush, finally speaking the promise that has long lingered between us.