Sweet (True Believers #2)(67)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“Jessica,” he breathed. “God, I love you.”

Then he started to move and something inside me shattered. I started to cry, tears rushing down my cheeks as I clasped his hands, waves of ecstasy lapping over me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, nuzzling my cheek with his. “What’s wrong, am I hurting you?”

“No, God no.” I tried to explain. “I just . . . it just . . . it’s so . . .” I didn’t have the words for it.

But he understood. “I know, babe, I know.” He moved faster, his grip on my hand tightening, his jaw tense. “Oh, God, you feel perfect. Perfect.”

Our bodies moved together, our hands clasped, and I didn’t know where he began and where I ended.

When he came, I came with him.

***

Sitting on the top of the picnic table afterward, so Riley could have a cigarette, a cliché that made me smile in secret amusement, I put my bare feet on the bench and looked up at the dark sky.

Everything had changed. But then, no, it hadn’t. It was just fuller, more.

His arm came around my back.

“There are no stars,” he murmured. “Light pollution.”

“Make a wish anyway.”

“There’s nothing to wish for. I already have everything I want.”

God. The tears rolled down my cheek, two damp rivers, as I sniffled.

“I’ve never seen you cry,” he said, puzzled. “Not even at your parents’ house. And now you cry twice in twenty minutes.”

“It’s because I finally let you in.” I wasn’t talking about sex.

And he knew it.

“I do have a wish,” he said softly. “That you’ll look at me like that every night for forever. It’s the sweetest expression I’ve ever seen. Almost as sweet as you.”

“Believe me, I will.” There was nothing I wanted more.

“Oh, I believe you,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up.

I nudged his knee with mine, staring to smile myself. “You’d better.”

“I said I believe you. Pita.”

And we both laughed.