Page 13 of Rex's Honor
“Christ, that is so hot,” he said.
She smiled, rolling the barrier over his length. “So, your favorite or mine?”
“Yours.” He might last a little longer that way, saving himself some embarrassment of acting like a horny teenager who climaxed the second he was touched.
She raised up on her knees, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips against his. “Get on your back, Rex,”she whispered. She’d never been afraid to express herself or ask for what she wanted, needed.
Who was he to deny her?
She straddled him, resting her sex against his. She rubbed her clit gently over him while she plucked at her nipples, biting her lower lip. Gliding one hand down her stomach, she flicked her fingers across herself, scraping her nails against his sensitive skin.
He grabbed her hips, moving them back and forth slightly, creating more friction where she needed it most. Biting down on the inside of his mouth, he held on to her so tight he worried he bruised her delicate skin. Her moans grew louder and her movements harder and faster until she rose up slightly, taking him inside.
He thrust his hips up, holding her over him for a long moment before repeating the motion. She tightened around him. “Yes,” she said in a long moan, drenching him with her hot climax. She dropped her hands to his chest, her hair spilling over his face and body. “Rex,” she whispered, grinding as he thrust inside her. He grunted as he flipped her on her back, ramming himself deep inside, burying his face in her neck as his body rippled with the kind of pleasure only she could give him.
He jerked, and his stomach twitched as he collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving up and down, breathless. He kissed her neck and earlobe.
Making love to her again didn’t bring him closure. It only reminded him of why he loved her in the first place. It rattled his mind and opened the burning hole in his heart.
He rolled to the left because God forbid, she didn’t have the right side of the bed and pulled the covers over their bodies. Holding her close, he did his best to push the slew of emotions back inside the little box he’d carried them in for all these years.
It was where they belonged and where he would need to keep them if he was ever going to get through this visit with his family. He wouldn’t regret this. He couldn’t.
He kissed her temple, snuggling up to her backside. He’d hold her all night. Like old times.
He’d allow himself this one little look into the past.
And then he’d sew up his heart and go on with his life.
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Rex slipped from the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty.
Quietly, he closed the bedroom door and made his way to the yacht's back deck. The morning sky gave way to the promise of the sun.
He glanced over his shoulder as if he could see Tilly tucked away in his bed.
The second he fought his first fire, he knew that’s what he’d been born to do.
Just like loving Tilly.
He couldn’t deny his feelings any more than he could ignore the guilt he tried to bury in some dark corner of his heart.
Deep down, he knew he’d return home to say goodbye to his mother. He had to, not just for her, but for him as well. The last few weeks the guilt had been eating him alive. It all came down to when it happened. His father had mentioned she had a month. But who could put a timetable on death and cancer.
No one.
Rex knew he had to do it sooner rather than later.
“Look, Daddy, it’s Uncle Rex!” Elle Jordan waved from the edge of the dock.
“Shhh, quiet. People are still sleeping,” Kent said.
“Hey, squirt. What are you two doing here so early?” Rex asked.
“Uncle Arthur said we could take his boat out and go fishing.” Elle squared her shoulders and smiled proudly. “Oh, pretty shoes.” Elle pointed to the pair of pink heels that Tilly had kicked off. “Do you have a girlfriend now? Does she have a friend she can introduce to my dad? He needs a girlfriend bad.”
Rex covered his mouth, biting back his laughter.
