Page 75 of Make You Mine

Leaving him to enjoy his bath, I stepped back into the bedroom and found the caftan I'd laid out earlier. Slipping it on, I felt the silky fabric brush against my skin, a gentle reminder of the evening's peacefulness.

I returned to the bathroom, where Ren was still soaking, his eyes closed as if he could fall asleep at any moment. He opened his eyes when he heard me come in. “Ahh, there she is.” He smiled as he looked me up and down. “Did you miss me, golden girl?” he murmured, his voice thick with contentment.

“Always.” I knelt, grabbing the soap to wash his back, and smiling when his muscles relaxed under my touch. “You’re a bit tense.”

“Just worried.”

“About Cody.” I deduced.

“Yeah. I don’t want Richard to mess this up.”

“Let’s think about it tomorrow. Jake has it under control. Let’s try to enjoy tonight,” I whispered, letting my fingers trail up and down his back and sides, then lower, between his legs where he was already hard for me.

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if you got in here with me.” His voice was deep and growly, and I wanted nothing more than to climb into his lap and drive us both wild, but he had to be at least six feet five, and I was five eight. We were too tall for bathtub shenanigans, at least in this tub.

“We might flood the bathroom.” I laughed lightly.

“Then I’m taking you to bed. I can’t wait.” He pulled the plug, then stood. I watched as water ran down his gorgeous body, over his broad wall of a chest and through the ridges of his abs, then he raised his arms to slick his hair back, and I almost started drooling.

I handed him a towel, savoring the sight of the droplets glistening on his skin. He dried himself off quickly, and we walked together to the bedroom. Ren's touch was never far away, his fingers brushing against my arm, my waist, my hip. Each caress sent ripples of warmth through me.

As he pulled me into his embrace, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and concern. Our relationship had layers and complexities that the world wasn't privy to. It was like we were in two relationships. The fake one that everyone thought was ten steps ahead of what it actually was. And the real one, where we were slowly falling in love with each other. But in this moment, everything felt simple—just us, at home, away from prying eyes.

He slid my caftan down, and as it pooled on the floor, his lips found mine, a kiss of reassurance and longing. We fell onto the bed, naked together, our bodies tangling in a mess of limbs and whispers.

With every touch, every kiss, it felt like we were stitching together the fragments of ourselves, making something whole and new. His hands mapped the contours of my body, tracing paths that felt both familiar and thrillingly uncharted. The worries of the day melted away, replaced by the intoxicating immediacy of the present. I was drunk on him, and I never wanted to lose this feeling.

We moved together with an unspoken understanding, each gesture a promise, each breath a shared secret. His lips trailed down my neck, then lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth, igniting a fire that spread through my veins. I clung to him, feeling the solid strength of his body against mine.

There was a tenderness in his eyes that was more than desire. It was a connection, a bond that went beyond mere physicality. I knew he felt the same way I did, that we were building something that could withstand anything.

He paused to sheath himself with a condom from my bedside table, then slid inside me, holding my hands above my head with our fingers intertwined as he found my lips with his, kissing me deeply as his thrusts grew harder, faster, more frantic.

“You feel so fucking good. I’ll never get enough.” His voice was a whispered groan in my ear.

I planted my feet on the mattress and began matching him thrust for thrust. “Don’t stop, please, Ren.”

Sliding a hand between us, I pressed my palm against my clit and spread my fingers apart so I could feel him as he moved inside of me, he was so hard and slick with our combined desire. It was perfect. We were beautiful together, like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“I love how you feel,” he groaned. “Like I’m home for the first time in my life.”

This moment was suspended in time, a perfect crystallization of everything we could be. In that instant, I wanted to believe we could find our way through whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as we had each other.

The intensity of the moment washed over us, leaving us breathless and spent as we fell apart together, breaths ragged and hearts pounding.

He rolled onto his side, his gaze locked to mine, with a soft smile on his lips. He reached out, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips, a gesture that was both tender and possessive. I mirrored his smile, feeling my heart surge with emotions I didn’t quite know how to handle.

“I never want to forget this,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

His smile widened. “You won’t because we’ll have more nights like this to share. We have all the time in the world, sweetheart. No rushing, no pressure, just us.” He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his gaze softening as he leaned in to kiss me again.

“I want this,” I whispered back. “With you.”

“I know you do. And I do too.” He rolled to his back, pulling me into his side. He held me close, sighing into my hair, then kissing the top of my head. “I want it more than anything.”

“Good. Maybe we should talk about birth control. We can use condoms as long as you want to, but I have an IUD, and I got tested after Richard. I’m all clear.”

He tipped his head down, his eyes smiled into mine. “I’m fine too. I just had a physical before I moved here.”

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