Page 54 of Reclaiming Izabel

“Do you think we slept together too soon?” she asked drowsily.

My fingers stroking her arms stilled. “Are you regretting that we did?”

She was silent for three heartbeats. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t overthink it.”

“Maybe we should have talked before we slept together.”

I smiled against her hair. “We communicate better when we fuck.”

She backslapped my shoulder. “Be serious.”

“I am, baby. I know there’s a lot we need to work through?—”

“And there’s the elephant in the room…I’m technically no longer married to you.”

“That can be corrected with a few keystrokes.”

Her hands glided back and forth through the water but she said nothing. I nudged her gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t shut me out.”

“It still angers me how easy it is to mess with people’s lives.”

“Are you referring to the terrorists or the task force?”

“Both,” Izabel huffed.

Instinctively, I massaged her shoulders. “I took care of the first and I’m working on the second. Trust me on this.”

“I’m scared.”

“Hey…” I gently turned her head so I had her eyes. “I have a good feeling we’re gonna make it.”

I flashed her my roguish smile.

Izabel rolled her eyes knowing what I was up to, but I was relieved how easily we seemed to be falling back into each other.

“I’m meeting with Doc G again in a couple of days,” she said.

“So the sessions are helping?”

“I guess.”

“Good.”

“Do you know when Marcus and I can go back to work?”

“Let’s talk about that over dinner.”

“It’s midnight.”

“I’m starving. You?”

“I am too.”

Half an hour later,I was in the kitchen in a good mood and whistling as I popped the takeout containers of pasta in the microwave to reheat. Though my stomach was grumbling for food, all I could think about was taking Izabel back to bed. Three years of celibacy finally ended and it was fucking amazing.

Sinking into Izabel’s tight heat was every bit the heaven I remembered. My poor wife might not be able to walk tomorrow.

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