Page 78 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
“I don’t want to run or explore or chase an adrenaline high. I don’t want any other men to touch my body.Valentine Olaño. I just want you. For the rest of my life. I never would have said ‘I do’ otherwise.”
“It doesn’t have to mean that,” I blurt, even though that’s exactly what it means for me. “Just because we—you don’t have to give it up.”
“Listen to me, you silly, sweet, self-sacrificing man.”
He takes my face in both of his hands, and there’s nowhere else for me to look other than into piercing, ocean blue eyes.
“I’ve spent my entire life running away and being wild. I hurt the people I care about, and when you took a chance on me, I knew I wanted to be better. I wanted more. I wanted you.”
His mouth closes over mine hardly long enough for me to kiss back, and then his smile is bright and blinding in the low light of the room.
“I’m not giving anything up. I’m gaining forever with the love of my life. The man who gave me freedom at the risk of his own heart. You kept mine and I kept yours, remember? I’m bringing it back, Valen. It’s here to stay.”
He barely gets the last word out before I’m yanking him forward and burying my tongue in his throat. I swallow his surprised groan, digging my fingers into the bun at the top of his head and pulling the elastic free so I can grip long, blond strands in my fists.
We come together like animals on a mating show, pushing and tugging and kissing and biting until we’re both a little red in the face from lack of oxygen. While we catch our breath, Dex takes his time exploring over my body, appreciative noises falling from his lips as he licks and sucks at the skin of my throat.
“This?” he says, tugging on the bottom of my scrub shirt. “This is hot. Can we roleplay nurse and patient some time?”
It startles a laugh out of me, and soon we’re both leaning against the wall shaking through the laughter, but Dex has never been good at hiding his interest. And those eyes say that he’s serious.
“Rain check?” My hands are under his shirt, slowly working along the muscles on his back. “I was thinking you could fuck me? Right here against the wall?”
There shouldn’t be so much desperation in my voice, but with how fiercely I’ve missed him, I need this. If he’s willing to give it to me again.
Dex’s eyes darken, hips hitching forward to pin mine so our semi-aroused dicks press together.
“I’m up for christening the whole goddamn house. Consummate this marriage right.”
I shake my head but can’t pretend that the little rolls of his hips don’t have ecstasy swirling in my veins.
“Consummate me all you want, love.Let’s make this house a home. Our home.”
As long as Dex is with me, that can be anywhere.
My heart.
My love.
My husband.
“Welcome home,mahal ko.”
THE END
