Drunk In Love (Crushing Hard Series Book 3)

Dear Diary:01/08/2019

Friday

When Scott came home late,  I couldn't wait another second. The moment he stepped through the door, I flew into his arms, burying my face in his chest. His surprise melted into a tender smile and I could feel the tension from this day fade away.

He was so touched by the meal I had prepared for him. "No one's ever done this for me" he said his voice low and warm. I teased, "well if you keep me around, you'll have to get used to it." He looked at me with something deeper in his eyes- gratitude, affection, maybe even love.

After dinner we opened a bottle of wine, sipping it slowly as we moved to the bedroom. There was an unspoken excitement in the air, a shared anticipation that made the space between us almost electric. This was not like the other times. This sleepover was intentional.

Scott leaned back on the bed and smiled at me his words soft but sincere. "It feels like I'm getting a glimpse of what it would be like to come home to you everyday... I like it."
I met his gaze and felt something stir deep inside. "My favorite part of the day was watching you walk through the door," I whispered." I wouldn't mind seeing that more often."
The air between us shifted, something monumental and unspoken yet understood.

When Scott came back from his shower, he didn't bother getting dressed. The room was dim, and a soft glow from the streetlights filterered through the blinds. He slipped into bed beside me, his skin still warm and damp, his body radiating heat. Without a word, he pulled me into him, our lips finding each other in a slow, sensual kiss. I could feel every inch of him, the weight of his desire pressing against me, his breath becoming shallow and uneven as our bodies responded to each other.

I tugged my nightgown over my head, tossing it aside. As I lay back, Scott hovered over me, his lips never leaving mine. His kiss was deep, consuming, like he was pouring every ounce of feeling he had into it. My legs instinctively parted, and when he finally settled between them, I arched into him, desperate for more. The first moment he entered me was overwhelming- like we were finally complete, like the world outside didn't exist.

We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm as natural as breathing. Each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through me, and I couldn't stop the soft, breathless moans that escaped my lips. My hands gripped his back, pulling him closer, needing him closer. His name tumbled from my mouth between gasps, and when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he shifted turnings me onto my side. He pressed against me from behind, his body molding into mine in a way that felt so right. His hand slid down to my waist, holding me firmly as he entered me again, this time deeper and slower.

The way we moved together was like a conversation--wordless, but full of meaning. His lips brushed the back of my neck, and I could feel his breath, hot and ragged against my skin. We gasped in unison, the pleasure building and building until it was all-consuming. Time stretched, and the rest of the world fell away. All that mattered was this moment, this connection.

When we finally collapsed into each other, spent and sated, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of our labored breaths. We lay there in the darkness, wrapped in each other, our hearts still racing.

The next morning, when the alarm went off, Scott had other plans. He made me late in the best possible way, pulling me back under the sheets, his hands and lips exploring me all over again. By the time we were done, my legs were trembling, and my heart was full.

We both got dressed, sharing soft smiles and lingering glances that spoke volumes, then headed to work. Scott insisted we take his car, teasing me about my apparent tendency to "always want to be driven around." As we drove, he glanced over at me, his voice casual but curious. “So, how’s everything been at work? You mentioned people were giving you a hard time yesterday.”