Throughout it all, he held me, even when I ruined what was probably a very expensive sweater and made a general mess of myself.
“I’m sorry,” I said through a lingering sob. “I didn’t…when I…” I wasn’t the type for heartfelt speeches or flowery prose, and it was a testament to how well Xavier knew me that he didn’t need either of those things to understand what I was trying to say. “You don’t have to apologize. I know.” His arms tightened around me. “All that matters is you’re here.”
I lifted my head, my heart aching as I looked at the man who’d always been there for me, in one way or another, since he entered my life.
“I love you,” I said quietly. I’d said the words before, many years ago, but this time they felt different. This time, they felt right. “I’m sorry it took me so long to admit it, and I’m sorry for pushing you away. I just…” My voice dropped even lower. “I’m scared.”
I liked structure and routine. My life was built around the safe harbor I’d constructed for myself since I broke up with Bentley, and what Xavier and I had was completely uncharted waters. They could either take us to the greatest place we’d ever seen or toss us over a hundred-foot cliff with no life raft.
“I am too, but that’s what makes this worth it.” He pushed a stray lock of hair out of my eyes, his touch impossibly tender. “Life would be pretty boring if we knew what was going to happen every day.”
I sniffled. “Actually, that sounds wonderful. I would love that.”
“Well, you color coordinate your office supplies, so I’m not surprised.”
My watery laugh chased away some of the heaviness. “Smartass.”
“I’m guessing that’s one of the things you love about me.” Xavier gave me one of those crooked, dimpled smiles I loathed and adored so much. “And your dedication to making sure your green highlighters are always lined up to the left of the blue ones is one of the things I love about you.” He dipped his head, pressing his forehead against mine. “Love isn’t about perfection, Luna; it’s about imperfect people creating their own version of happily ever after. And while I don’t know everything, I do know this: Every version of my happily ever after will always include some version of you.”
Fresh tears welled in my throat. Oh, God. I’d spent twentysomething years unable to cry, and now I couldn’t stop.
Xavier leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled back in an uncharacteristic bout of self-consciousness. “You don’t want to kiss me right now. I’m a mess.”
I purposely avoided looking at my reflection in a nearby glass pane, but I knew what I’d find—swollen eyes, red nose, mascara tracks running down my face and hair matted with sweat. Not exactly kissing material.
Xavier framed my face with his hands, stilling me. “I always want to kiss you, and you’re perfect exactly the way you are.”
If he were anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed him, but when his mouth touched mine, every other thought melted away. The wind, the half-dried tears, the fucking journey I took tonight to get here…none of that mattered as I twined my fingers through his hair and returned his kiss with abandon.
Everything I’d gone through was worth it for this moment. And yeah, a couple kissing on the top of the Empire State Building after their big reconciliation was such a movie cliché, but like I said…
Sometimes, the rom-coms got it right.
CHAPTER 44
Xavier
When I reentered the observation deck and saw Sloane standing there, my relief had been so overwhelming I couldn’t move for a good five seconds.
I’d waited there for hours, and there’d been a moment—many moments—when I thought she wouldn’t show. I’d been convinced I’d fucked up by giving her an ultimatum and that I’d ruined my chances of winning her back in the future.
But by some miracle, she had showed, and that was all I needed to never let her go again.
We didn’t stay at the Empire State Building long. For one, it was way too fucking cold. For two…well, we had better things to do.
Sloane and I stumbled into her apartment without taking our hands or mouths off one another.
We knew each other’s bodies so intimately, the buildup was almost thoughtless in its precision—a nip on the sensitive spot behind her left ear, a sliding caress from my stomach to chest and shoulders.
Our clothes left a trail from her front door to her room, where I pushed her onto the bed and paused, taking a moment just to drink her in.
Sloane stared up at me, her lips swollen from my attentions and her eyes shining in a way that made my heart squeeze.
I love you.
Three words, uttered countless times by countless people over the centuries. Yet coming from her, they had the power to bring me to my knees.
I kissed her again, leisurely mapping a path from her mouth to her neck and shoulders. I took a prolonged detour to her breasts, where I grazed my teeth gently across her hard nipples. A shudder rolled through her body, and her moans became pleas as I licked and sucked and teased until she was begging me to fuck her.
“Please,” Sloane gasped. “I need you inside me. Xavier.” She whimpered again when I finally released her breasts to kiss my way down her stomach to her arousal. She was so damn wet for me that it made my mouth water.
I wanted to touch her, taste her, fill her up. I wanted every single inch of her against every single inch of me, and I couldn’t wait a second more.
I dove in like a man starved, licking over and inside her, tasting her deeply. My fingers worked in tandem with my mouth, and when I ran my tongue over her needy little clit, her moan shot straight to my already aching cock.
I sucked her tender flesh gently into my mouth before I flattened my tongue against her, letting her set the rhythm as her writhing took on a frenzied pace. She ground against my face, her hands tangled tight in my hair, her hips moving faster and faster until—
Sloane let out a cry of protest when I pulled away.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” I grabbed a condom from the top drawer of her nightstand, rolled it onto my cock, and lined the tip up with her entrance. “I want to feel you come around me.”
She narrowed her eyes, her face flushed from exertion and her denied orgasm. “Then fuck me already.”
Laughter rumbled through my chest, but it devolved into a groan when I gripped her hips and finally sank inside her.
Christ. I swore I could feel every millimeter of her cunt as it took me to the hilt, and she was so tight and wet and perfect that I would never believe she wasn’t made for me. Not when being inside her felt like sliding home after years of aimless wandering.
