Never Letting You Go (Being Yours Novella Series Book 1) by Dawn Martens Page B

whispers.
    “What?” I ask, but she claims my mouth, making me forget what I was asking.
    We make our way to bed, stripping each other bare. She is beautiful. I trace her curves with my tongue, and she trails her fingers down my back as we get used to each other. We’ve shared a house but never a bed, until now.
    Her hair fans out over the pillow as I lower my lips to hers and settle my body between her legs. With care, I pleasure her with my fingers, stretching her and preparing for her what is to come. Her legs tremble as I spread her wider.
    “Open up and let me in, Ava. Let me guide you.” She responds eagerly, digging her nails into my back.
    “I’m ready, Cam.”
    I steal a small kiss, taking her mind from the burn she is about to feel as I push in slightly. She bites down on my bottom lip as I push a bit further.
    “You okay?”
    “Perfect,” she says.
    “Perfect,” I say with a broad smile and fill her completely.
    She arches up, bucking her hips against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. I never thought of sex as anything more than getting off, until now. This is what people are talking about when they call sex ‘making love.’ I am making love to my wife, and it feels like nothing I have ever felt before. I never want this feeling to end.
     

 
     
    Chapter 23
    Present
    Ava
    Mom comes in my room to fix up my hair. “Are you putting on any makeup?” she asks.
    I shake my head. “No, I’m just going to moisturize my face and grab some lip gloss, that’s it.”
    She straightens the back of my hair for me, something I never manage to do unless I’m using the iron and a cloth. “There, done,” Mom declares. “The pink is fading already,” Mom observes, frowning.
    “I know. I washed it too soon and in warm water after I got it done,” I tell her glumly.
    “You’ll just need a touch up because the color suited you. Okay, it’s go time. Cameron is probably waiting for you downstairs.”
    “Okay.” I grab my overnight bag, and Mom takes it from me. I woke up this morning, and my body was overheating, but no one was there. I knew that, at one point, Cameron must have come in, though, because the pillow smelled just like him. The thought of him sleeping next to me last night makes me smile.
    “Stop daydreaming,” Mom teases, smiling. “Cameron can carry this for you.”
    I laugh her off and follow her down the stairs. Cameron has a small bag over his shoulder, and he instantly moves to my mom and takes my bag from her. “Ready?” he asks me.
    I nod.
    “Have fun. I’d say don’t get pregnant, but well, you already are,” Mom jokes.
    “Ha ha, Mother,” I quip.
    “She gone yet! I need you, woman,” Dad shouts from the living room.
    “Gross!” I shout and hurry out the door. I hear my mom giggling as she shuts the door.
    “Your parents sure are characters,” Cameron muses.
    “They are gross, old, yucky people,” I inform him.
    “No, they’re just in love. I hope we do the same to our child someday.”
    I shake my head; he doesn’t get it. If that had been his parents, he’d be grossed out.
    “So, where are you taking me?” I ask him as we get into the car.
    He grins. “The Sheridan Hotel in town. I only booked it because I saw their room service menu. Plus, I got us a suite.”
    I know what that means: a huge hot tub in the room. “Sounds great.”
    Twenty minutes later, we’re pulling into the parking lot. As Cameron grabs our bags, I follow him inside. He left earlier today, probably checking in already, since we don’t stop at the front desk for our key.
    Once we’re up in our suite, I look around. “Wow, this is amazing,” I whisper.
    The hair on my shoulders is swept off, and Cameron places soft kisses on my neck.
    “Only the best for you,” he coos. “How about I run us a bath, yeah?”
    “Us?”
    “You are my wife, and I want to experience everything with you, Ava. I want you to see that I want this to work. I want to be your everything.”
    “I want