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“I’m never running from you again, Nick Rowen. I love you and you’re stuck with me.”
“What did you say?” he questions. The lightning crashes outside and fills the room with a brief flash of light.
“I said I love you.” I reach for his hand and take it in mine. “I’m not sure I ever stopped. I’m sorry for my childish behavior and for creating issues where there aren’t any. In thepast, I taught myself that hope led to heartache. I was scared you weren’t real, so I tried to ruin things before I felt too much.” I take a step forward and slide my hand along his chest. “Now it’s too late. I feel everything for you I felt before and more.”
Nick sighs in relief and opens his mouth to respond. I stop him with a finger to his lips. “Please let me finish.”
He smiles and nods his head. “The thought of you moving away and me never seeing you again shocked me out of my fears. I don’t want to waste another moment doubting you when I can spend that time loving you instead. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you. I trust you, Nick. I’m not going to run away. Just promise me you’ll never lie to me or play with my heart.”
“Are you finished?” he asks sweetly.
I nod my head, but for once I’m not afraid. In my heart I know he’s going to confirm what I already know to be the truth.
“I would never do anything to betray you or hurt you. I will never lie to you, and your heart has never been a toy. I know how hard it is for you to put your trust in someone again, and I’m honored to know that person is me. When you’ve wanted and hoped for another chance as long as I have, you realize just how lucky you are when you get it. To know you trust me and that youloveme again? It’s more than I could have hoped for. I’ll do everything in my power to try to deserve it.”
I smile widely as the lightning crashes and fills the room with light once again.
“Now…” he continues. “Not to say I’m anxious, but am I zipping up your dress or removing it?”
I laugh as his eyes burn into mine and heat fills my senses. I turn my back to him once more. “Take it off,” I command.
He finishes unzipping me and slides my dress down my hips. I take a deep breath and turn to face him. I stand in front of him in my bra and underwear, exposed but somehow confident that he’ll always want me.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Even with stretch marks and cellulite?” I ask him, knowing it’s not the sexy talk we were going for.
“All I see when I look at you is the woman I love. And I told you I wouldn’t be whistling any tunes when I saw you naked, so I hope you’re prepared for my mouth. I’m a man of my word.”
I gawk, and he raises his eyebrows before his lips returns to mine. There’s something in the way he kisses me. I know he loves me. Our love is like a life force with its own energy. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bustier, slowly pulling it from my body. The front of his fingers skims the skin of my spine as he kisses me gently, sucking on my bottom lip. He gazes into my eyes and they’re filled with desire. His eyes lower to my breasts, and he immediately bends and tugs one into his mouth. He circles my nipples with his tongue and cups my ass from behind, pulling me further into his kiss.
His hand caresses my breast while he licks and flicks my nipple. The waves of pleasure he creates cause my head to spin. He tugs my underwear down my legs and leans me back onto the bed. He slides them off each foot, and I close my eyes as he plants slow, lingering kisses up each of my thighs and breathes heavily between my legs. The heat of his breath sends me spiraling, and just when I think he’s brought me to thepoint of absolute bliss, his tongue flicks and licks me and I’m lost in incomprehensible pleasure. He takes his time exploring me, and my insecurities and worries fade away. He moans as he tastes me and his kisses become quicker and more intense as if somehow, I’m creating the same desire in him that he’s creating in me.
As he sucks me into his mouth, I feel myself building. It doesn’t take much more before I’m exploding into the best orgasm I’ve ever had. At least since the last time he touched me all those years ago. He doesn’t stop kissing me even when I laugh and place my hand on his head. Instead, he lifts slightly and places gentle kisses along the faint scar on my bikini line. His body rises slowly as he continues to kiss every inch of me, and my desire for him returns in greater fervor when I feel his erection against my leg.
I want to feel him inside me, but not before I get the chance to taste him again myself. I slide down while he rests on top of me and kiss his stomach. He leans forward on his elbows as I kiss the freckle above his left nipple and lick each and every one of his abs. My blood burns with desire as I touch his chest with one hand and slide my other hand down his back. I push my hand into his pants and squeeze his muscular ass with my fingertips. He moans in approval, and I tug his pants down his legs as far as I can reach. I slide out from under him to pull them off, and he wiggles to help me remove them. I immediately jump on his back, and he laughs when I gently bite his ass through his underwear. I glide my hands under him to feel him, and he groans in approval of my touch. He flips himself over on the bed to give me better access to the bulge I desire most. I tug each sock from his feet and he watches me, licking his lips in anticipation.
I feel confident and beautiful and there’s nothing I want more than to show him what he means to me. I start at his hips and the muscle that forms theVin his waist. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and my tongue dances happily over each indentation and into the small amount of hair that tickles my nose.
I slide down his underwear as I kiss his skin until his erection springs free. He’s larger than I remember, and my lust to feel him inside me causes me to lose all reason. I pull his underwear down his thighs as I kiss and suck around him. He moans in pleasure as he leans up on his elbows to watch me. My eyes lift to his as I touch the tip of my tongue to his erection. He gasps and twitches in want.
I take my time running my tongue along his length before I encase him in my mouth. The gasp that escapes his lips when I suck him gives me intense pleasure. Knowing that I’m driving him mad satisfies me even more than he just did a few minutes ago. He falls back onto the bed and grasps the back of my head. I lift my eyes to his as I continue to touch and suck him, and suddenly I feel his hands on my arms. He lifts me up and we stand, both naked, skin-to-skin.
He kisses my mouth passionately as he bends to pull back the covers from the bed. I lie on the pillow and he turns to the desk and to his wallet. He retrieves a condom and saunters toward me. He’s so beautiful.
He leans down on top of me and kisses me once again as his body shifts into mine. He holds the condom in his teeth and rips it gently. I grin, and he returns it with the smile that makes me weak. The one that belongs to me.
“Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this moment in my mind?” he asks.
“Hmm… before or after we broke up?” I ask.
“Both.”
“I’d say a few.”
“Do you know how much I love you?” he questions.
“As much as I love you.”
