Page 96 of Between Never and Forever
“We did. I told you to tell me when.”
I took a deep breath. “I guess sooner is better than later at this point. So, we can go back to the penthouse tonight and—”
“You have off on Sunday. We’ll do it then.”
“Why not now?”
“Because you need sleep, and I still want to fuck you like I like you tonight.”
“As opposed to Sunday?” I lifted a brow.
“I don’t know, Kee. You tell me.” He folded his arms over his chest.
“You probably won’t want to have sex with me at all after,” I whispered out.
“Not possible. Even when I thought I hated you, I still wanted to be with you.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t forget a love like ours and move on. You just survive without it, right?”
So easily he said it, like we had nothing to be ashamed of. He didn’t, but I did. “Right.” I nodded, and my eyes filled with tears as I stepped into his outstretched arms and then let him guide me back up to the suite.
When we walked in, candles were lit around the lilacs now and I turned to him, confused.
“I’m showing you what it is to be with someone who likes you tonight.” With that, he pulled me past the kitchen and to my room.
I stopped before I even walked in. He’d had it transformed into a literal cloud of lilacs blooming everywhere and tiny little petals were spread over my comforter. “Dex, this is breathtaking.”
Those dimples made their appearance again, and he murmured against my neck, “How about I show you how I can really take your breath away?”
I nodded and understood why he wanted to wait on the contracts. We’d have this memory, this moment, a perfect night after a perfect show. “Unzip my dress, please.”
His fingers danced over my spine before he slowly pushed the metal down and let my dress drop. This time, though, I wanted him as naked as me, so I turned to take off his suit jacket, pull his tie from his collar, and unbutton his shirt.
He stared at me the whole time as my hands shook with nerves. For some reason, this felt like the first time all over again, more intimate, more intense, and maybe more vulnerable. So, I let the words slip from my lips. “You won’t like me after tonight, Dex. I’m sure of it.” He bit the side of his mouth, not responding one way or the other as I pushed his suit jacket and then his shirt over his shoulders. “What will we do, then? Avoid each other until the end of this?”
He leaned close, not answering my question, and murmured in my ear instead, “Go lie in my bed of lilacs, heartbreaker.”
I took a shaky breath and stepped out of my heels this time. Tonight, it would just be me and him. “This is like a fantasy, Dex.”
“Is that so?” He unbuckled his belt as he watched me. I sat down on the bed and stared right back at him. “You have fantasies? Like what? Describe them to me.”
My eyes flicked to his drawer. I knew what I’d seen in there the first night we were together. I also knew I’d thrown them all away.
“Regretting your initial decision?” He pulled the belt from his pants and walked forward.
“No.” I lifted my chin. “If you want to use a toy with me, you can get a new one.”
He dragged a finger over the bare skin at my neck and watched how I shivered. “I don’t need a toy with you tonight. Tell me about this fantasy of yours.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just, you know, you read a book where he sleeps with her on a bed of roses or something?”
“A book?” He caught my eye. “What books are you reading?”
I glanced away, not sure how to describe them. “You know what books. Romance books and—”
“Why read them when you have me?” he asked as he unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them. He stood naked in front of me, and I drank in how perfect the man was. His skin was tan, his toned muscles so large the veins danced over them as he walked forward to lean over me as I bit my lip. “I’m romantic enough for you.”
