Can't Fall in Love Without You (Christian Yelich)

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She wasn't expecting much. She actually wasn't expecting anything. So when Christian immediately gave into her kiss, she felt instant relief mixed with intense desire. She didn't realize how badly she wanted to feel all of him until his tongue begged entry to her mouth.

God, she wanted him. She wanted him to fill her up with everything he had to offer. She wanted to see his body, touch every inch of it. Taste every inch of it . . .

But she had to be patient. She had to be careful. She had to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.

Her friend was vulnerable. She couldn't hurt him. He was so, so important to her. They needed each other. This was all such a big step. It was all so confusing.

She moaned as his tongue rubbed against hers, her hands reaching up to wrap around his neck while his pulled her even closer to his body. They moved up and down the sides of her tight black dress, getting dangerously close to her breasts. Good God, did she crave his touch. Everywhere. She wanted to feel his large hands touch her absolutely everywhere.

Had he always been this tall? He was so tall. She stood on her tippy toes, and he bent down in order for their mouths to find one another's.

Christian thought about backing her against a nursery wall. He wanted to enter her right then and there, but he knew how delicate they both were right now. Him, a widower . . . Her, a sweet, pragmatic doctor who just went through hell. He needed to be patient. He didn't want to cross a line.

When their lips broke apart, their bodies didn't. He held her close, both of them taking in the sounds of each other's labored breaths. "Wow," he whispered first, kissing the top of her head. "You are . . . Incredible. You are . . . Half the reason I look forward to every day." He noticed the tears in her eyes and gently wiped them away. "You're so fucking beautiful to me," he whispered, lowering his lips to hers again. God, he loved her lips. They were full and soft and pink and sweet.

"Thank you," she said softly. "For taking such good care of me tonight."

"You take such good care of me every night," he replied, holding both her hands in his. "How about I tuck you into bed?" he whispered.

"I'd like that," she said, squeezing his hands tightly.

He led her to his room and pulled out a t-shirt and some basketball shorts for her. "So you don't have to sleep in that absurdly sexy dress," he said with a boyish wink. God, he looked so happy. She could see it in his eyes. She was making him happy. She could hardly believe it.

She gently took the clothes from him and placed them on the nightstand. He took a seat next to her on the side of the bed, wanting to share everything with her. Every single thing he felt. He settled on, "You still have a toothbrush in my bathroom," he said with a sweet grin on his face, a grin that made her heart melt.

"You should stay here with me," she whispered. Her hand rested on his upper thigh, and she couldn't help but capture his lips in another kiss.

He kissed her back with such intensity, such vigor, that she knew it was okay to take the next step. She quickly and skillfully maneuvered herself on top of him, straddling his lap tightly between her legs. She could already feel him through his sweats, and she was hungry for more. She wanted everything.

"Fuck, baby girl," he moaned against her neck as she teasingly ground her hips against him.

She couldn't help but smile and bite her lip at his pet name. She wanted to be his baby. She wanted to be his completely.