After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“I love you . . . I love you so much,” I tell her and increase my pace slightly. I know I’m torturing her with my teasing, slow movements.
“I . . . I love you,” she moans, and her legs begin to shake, telling me she’s almost there.
I would love to see what we look like in this moment, molded together yet so separated. The contrast of her smooth, clear skin and the black ink covering mine as she runs her hands up and down my arms must be quite the sight. It’s dark meets light; it’s chaotic perfection; it’s everything I fear, want, and need.
Her moans become louder, and I bring my hand to her mouth so she can bite on it. “Shhh . . . let go, baby.”
My thrusts quicken as her soft body goes rigid under mine and she calls my name into my hand. Within seconds I’m joining her, getting high off her. She’s the perfect drug. “Look at me,” I breathe. Her eyes meet mine and I’m done for. I spill out all of me, and her body relaxes, leaving us both a panting mess. I roll off the condom and toss it into the bin next to the bed.
When I move to climb off, she grabs my arms to stop me. I smile down at her and stay still. I use my elbow to prop me up and keep most of my weight off of her. Tessa’s hand touches my cheek, she uses the pad of her thumb to draw small circles against my damp skin.
“I love you, Hardin,” she says quietly.
“I love you, Tess,” I respond and lay my head against her chest.
My eyes are heavy as I feel her breathing slow, and I fall asleep listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat.
Hardin’s head is heavy on my stomach when the sound of my phone vibrating on the table wakes me up. I lift him gently, as gently as I can, and retrieve the annoying object. The screen flashes with my mother’s name, and I groan before answering it.
“Theresa?” my mother chimes through the receiver.
“Where are you, and what time will you be here?” she asks.
“I’m not coming there,” I tell her.
“It’s Christmas Eve, Tessa, I know you are upset over this thing with your father, but you need to spend Christmas with me. You shouldn’t be at some hotel alone.”
I do feel slightly guilty for not spending the holidays with my mother. She isn’t the nicest woman, but I’m all she has. Still, I say, “I’m not driving all the way there, Mother. It’s snowing out and I don’t want to be there.”
Hardin stirs and lifts his head. Just as I’m about to tell him not to speak, he opens his mouth. “What’s wrong?” he says, and I hear my mother gasp.
“Theresa Young! What are you thinking?” she shouts.
“Mother, I’m not doing this right now.”
“That’s him, isn’t it? I know that voice!”