Page 121 of A Perfect Fit

Our bodies fit together like they were made for each other, but more than that, I’ve never experienced a need so potent and strong that it’s brewing in every bone of my body. It’s enough yet not enough. Magical yet real. Scary yet exhilarating. I want to mark her as mine with every piece of physical contact between us. Her moans, her whimpers, her cries—I want to claim them all.

She said she’s ready to take a leap of faith, but I’m jumping, too. I’m in so deep with my feelings for her, but hell no am I going back now.

It’s me and her, her and me. That’s it.

I hate myself for not realizing my feelings earlier, but the past isn’t important anymore. The present and future are what matters.

When our gazes connect, I intertwine our fingers and move my mouth on hers again. The electricity sizzling in my nerves is a choreographed dance, setting me alight like never before, and I could do this all night long. I want to make Isabelle come as many times as she wants to, hear my girl say my name like it’s the only word she knows.

I feel it when Isabelle’s close, and she lets out a loud cry when she falls over the edge, my name tumbling from her lips.

“Isabelle,” I rasp.

I’m whimpering, stars flickering and dancing around my vision as my own release follows shortly after, blinding in the best way and consuming like a tsunami wave.

Our bodies lined with drops of sweat and our breathing heavy, we stare into each other’s eyes, holding on to the moment.

I get up to toss the used condom in a trash can before washing my hands and rejoining Isabelle in the bed. She’s smiling at me shyly and sitting up, her face sated with a content expression.

Isabelle lets out a dreamy sigh. “That was so good.”

“Just good?” I teasingly ask.

She gives me a playful look. “It was out-of-the-world amazing. Happy?”

“I’m one very happy man.” I brush a gentle kiss against her lips, then motion for her to lie on my chest. “Come here, baby.”

Isabelle snuggles her head against my chest, a blissful smile spreading across her face as we lean against the headboard. I wrap my arms around her, holding on to the incredible woman I never want to let go of.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I say. It feels good to finally say that out loud.

“How long?” she asks.

“Since high school. I was only competitive with you because I wanted your attention, even if it meant you hating me or being annoyed at me.” I drag a hand through my hair. “Except I was an idiot and didn’t realize that until we met again this year.”

Isabelle turns and glances up at me, her eyes widening, as if she’s piecing the puzzle together.

“I’d never have admitted it back then, but the competitions between us weren’t that bad,” she then says. “And you’re not an idiot, Jackson. Don’t say that. Not realizing your feelings for someone earlier isn’t dumb.”

I give her a weak smile. “I only called you Isabella because of that same reason, too, even though I didn’t realize it either back then. I wanted you to remember me. I’m sorry for being such a jackass.”

I didn’t plan on spilling everything tonight, but screw it. After a long time of being in denial about my feelings, I want to let her know how strongly I feel about her.

“Jackson,” she breathes.

“And I hated seeing you with someone else because I wanted that to be me,” I add. My jaw clenches at the thought of Oliver. The fucker never deserved Isabelle, not even for a millisecond. “I wanted you to be with me. Only me.”

Isabelle opens her mouth, as if to say something, but then closes it. Instead, her hands cup my face, and she kisses me.

“My feelings for you are so strong, Jackson,” she says, looking at me with hooded eyes. “I hope you know that now.”

“I know.” My voice is hoarse. “Mine for you are so strong, too.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and I kiss her again, my tongue sweeping against hers. A needy groan trickles from my mouth when she climbs onto my lap, straddling me.

Once we break apart, a sultry smile crosses her lips. “My turn now,” she says.

Chapter Thirty-Two