Imogen shivered as she felt Mark beginning to unfasten the ribbons that held the top half of her lingerie on. This would leave her in only the lacy red panties that came with the little set and this thought made her nervous. Her nervousness was forgotten when his lips connected with hers again and she lifted her back off of the bed a little as he began to pull the garment off of her top. She reached down and began to help him and they broke the kiss to allow her to slide the silky material the rest of the way off, leaving her exposed to him. His lips reattached to hers as soon as the material was off and she let her cool fingertips slide down his waist and rest on the waistband of his jeans. She felt his warm hands on hers and he gently moved them around to the front of his jeans, just above his button and he stopped and pulled away to look down at her. She thought he was going to say something but instead he swooped down and gave her a soft, but quick, kiss before he pulled back and looked down at her again.
“Only do what you’re comfortable with, Moreno… I’m willing to wait.” Her chocolaty hues met his and she could tell by the look on his face and in his eyes that he meant these words. She could very easily take this out and not go through with it but the fact that he was willing to wait made her want to even more. She shook her head and smiled at him, her look soft. “I want to,” she assured him as she began to unbutton and unzip his blue jeans. She pushed them down as far as she could and glanced down at him and could see his erection through his boxers. A light blush fell on her face and she looked back up into his eyes. “It’s okay,” she said again, making sure he knew, and she placed her small hands on the sides of his face. “I love you,” she reminded him softly before she pressed her lips to his again. Her fingers ran back into his short hair as she deepened their kiss.
His eyes lingered on hers as Imogen smiled at him, her small hands trailing down to unfasten his jeans. As she moved over him, Fitz looked at her, the intensity of his gaze deepening as he tried to decipher whatever story it was behind her eyes—wanting to know if she actually wanted this, or was simply trying to go for something she wasn’t prepared for, out of some misguided affection for him. But she surprised him, smiling at him, and leaning down to press her lips to his. She said nothing for a moment, only allowed her lips to linger against his, her kiss chaste but passionate. After a few moments, Imogen pulled away, and bit her lip, her white teeth peeking out to bite down on her lower lip. The sight drove Fitz wild, but he didn’t move, not yet. He knew Imogen had something to say, and he would allow her the courtesy to speak. A shallow breath fell from Imogen’s lips, before she spoke out, her voice clear and confident—and sure, “I love you.” As the three words fell from her soft, perfect lips, Fitz felt all of his doubts, all of his insecurities about the situation fade away. It was pure insanity—the effect those three words had on him, especially when they fell from her lips. He didn’t know how this had happened, how the beautiful angel before him had ever fallen for him, the boy with a history of breaking things—but somehow she had. As his light blue eyes traced over her small frame, a small smirk twisting his lips as his hands moved over her soft skin, Fitz inhaled deeply, needing the clarity of the oxygen to clear his mind. His heart skipped a beat in his chest as his eyes moved upwards, before locking on hers, a breath falling from his lips in a rush. The pure, innocent light that shone in Imogen’s chocolate orbs took his breath away every time he looked into her eyes—because she was too perfect, too beautiful, too good. He didn’t know how the hell he’d ever wound up winning her heart, but he prized it, and always had. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he didn’t think of her, and he knew he should treasure every moment she graced his life with her presence—because she gave him the drive to be a better him. A soft smile painted his lips as he gazed at her, unable to move, frozen by complete and utter love for the girl beneath him—and the feeling terrified him. He’d never felt this way about anyone before, not even Bianca. This was a completely new feeling for him, but as much as it terrified him… the feeling felt like home. Imogen felt like home.
His hands shook as they trailed across her soft skin, but Fitz took care to be gentle, to take care of Imogen Moreno as if it were the most important thing in the world to her, which it was. She was the most important thing in the world to him—she was his world now. And as his fingertips slipped beneath the soft lace of her panties, Fitz knew that wouldn’t ever change. Because, even if he wasn’t one for love or forever, Imogen Moreno was exactly that—she was his forever. And slowly, but surely, he was going to prove that to her. With every breath he breathed, he was going to change one part of himself—the part with the inability to do anything right. Because from now on, Mark Fitzgerald would manage to do one thing right—he would love Imogen Moreno.
