Page 66 of Double Edged Hearts
“I haven’t thought about my career yet.” I don’t want to talk about my career with him. Not now when there’s so much going on that is more important.
“Cora, think about what you’re doing. Are you with him now?” he asks.
“I am, and I’m safe. That’s the best thing I can hope for now.”
“We’ll talk about this more when I see you. I’ll call you later and update you.”
“Okay…” My voice trails off, and I bite the inside of my lip.
“Cora, please be careful.”
“You too. Please be careful too. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
“God… I pray I’ll see you soon.”
We hang up, and I gaze out the window at the bright morning sun.
I know I have a lot to think about. It’s a given.
Alex walks into the room a few minutes later, and I stand up.
“Is it done?” he asks.
“Yeah. He’s going to take care of it. I think that maybe I can stop thinking about this for a little while.”
“Yeah?” He looks doubtful.
“Yeah.”
He slips his arm around me and pulls me close. “So, what do you want to do now?”
What do I want to do?
That question is the same thing as asking me what I want. As I look up at the beautiful man holding me, loving me, I know what I want.
It’s the first time in years that I’ve had that strong feeling of knowing what I want to do with my life and know what I want.
It starts with him, being with him.
I want him. I need him.
Right now, I just want to have the kind of moment I would have if none of this ever happened.
I reach up and touch his face, running my fingers over his beard and down his neck, over the tattoo of the snake. I stand on the tips of my toes and kiss him, then I start undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“Is that what you want, Goddess?”
“Yes, I want you to make love to me.”
He scoops me up and carries me upstairs, right back to that bed.
We kiss and kiss, tasting and teasing, and layer by layer our clothes come off.
Naked, we lie on the bed, and he starts feasting on me.
Fiery kisses run down my neck and trail the path down to my breasts. He starts with the left, taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucks wild and hot, swirling his tongue over the tips to work them to life. The pleasure that pulses through me is unbelievable, and I moan into the wild suckle, arching my back, pressing my breasts deeper into his mouth as he starts to alternate from one to the other.
Unimaginable pleasure rushes over me. It takes me higher and higher, and when I come, the greedy orgasm that rips through me sets my soul on fire.
