He stopped walking and pressed my back against his door as he thrust up into me.

“God, yes, Luke.” I gripped his big shoulders and writhed against him as we came together against the door. He buried his face into my neck with a soft groan, slid out of me, and shifted me up higher with his hands on my behind.

He kissed me, then whispered into my neck, “I promised you my bed. I wanted to go slow.” He looked at me with a grin and opened the door behind me, took a few more steps, then he let go, and I fell to my back on his bed. He knelt between my legs, then lowered himself over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head. I tucked my legs against his sides as he kissed me deep, tickling my tongue with his own.

“I’m not done with you,” he said between kisses. “That was too fast. I haven’t had nearly enough. We can talk after.”

“Are you with me now?” I whispered.

His eyes held mine with intensity, with love and lust, with something primal that I had only ever felt with him. “I’m with you, Lily. Never leaving. On my life, I swear it,” he whispered back, then he kissed me again. This time, it was sweet, deep, and best of all slow.

I ran my hands from his shoulders over his arms.

He took my hands in his and held them, interlacing our fingers together as he entered me slowly. “You feel so good. You feel like home,” he whispered.

“Luke…” My breath hitched because I felt it too.

Home.

Tears filled my eyes because I was finally where I was meant to be. Finally. Luke with me, inside me, surrounding me with his love. The tears spilled down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop them. One of his hands let mine go and went to my cheek to wipe them away. But the other hand held tight to mine, and I knew…I knew, that he was never letting go again.

“I love you, Lily. I never stopped, and I never will. You have me, baby, you have me…” I felt his labored breaths against my ear as he whispered those words. The hand at my cheek moved down, between our bodies.

“Come with me again,” he said and gave me what I needed to push me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he thrust harder.