Page 46 of Someone to Remember
“I don’t like that saying.”
“I don’t either, but it’s true. That’s why we have to make the most of the time we do have. We never know when we’ll run out.”
“That’s a fucked-up way to live.”
“These things were decided way before we arrived on the planet. Unfortunately, we’re stuck with the system we were born into.”
“I want to know where I can file an appeal.”
“I’ll look into that for you.”
Her hand moves from my chest, over my abdomen, to cup my still-throbbing erection.
“I thought you said you weren’t in the mood.”
“I wasn’t until you reminded me that every minute counts.”
“I’ll have to do that more often.”
Her low chuckle feels like a victory of sorts—and a relief.Her dark moods, which aren’t as frequent as they used to be, can last for days. They usually occur around Jaden’s birthday or the anniversary of his death.
When she climbs on top of me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly to my chest. “I’m right here, love, and I’m not going anywhere as long as I have you and our kids.”
“Make love to me, Adrian.”
“Nothing I’d rather do.” I draw her tank top up and over her head and toss it aside, sliding my hands from her narrow hips, over her ribs, to cup her full breasts. As I run my thumbs over her nipples, I love the way she reacts, pressing her heat against my hard cock and generally driving me crazy as only she can do.
She’s wildly sexy, responsive and up for anything in bed, which are just three of the many reasons I love her with my whole heart.
Before she can take over, I turn us so I’m on top and set out to kiss every bit of soft skin I can get to. I suck her nipples until they’re standing straight up, and then I bury my face between them, breathing in the fragrant scent of the woman I love.
After I lost Sadie, I couldn’t imagine having this kind of connection with another woman, but Wynter has shown me what’s still possible, even after disaster. But she’s right when she says losing what we have would be a whole other level because of what it took to get to a place where we were not only ready to love again, but open to taking all the risks that go along with it.
She’s lying when she says it never occurred to her that she could lose me, too. Of course it did. You don’t survive what we did without a healthy dose of reality showing up to remind you that nothing and no one is safe. Taylor’s tragedy is the latest reminder of what can happen with no warning and no way to prepare yourself.
I remove the scrap of fabric she calls panties and make myself at home between her legs. It drives her wild when I do this, and I never get tired of the way she responds to me. Shemakes me feel ten feet tall when she claws my back, pulls my hair and begs me for more. She always wants more, and I’m happy to give it to her.
By the time I push into her, she’s already come twice, and I’m on the edge. She’s so tight and wet that I have to force myself to take it slow, so I won’t hurt her. For all her bravado, she’s fragile in ways that would surprise people who don’t know her as well as I do, and the thought of hurting her is abhorrent to me.
“I want it fast and hard,” she says, panting from the effort to take me inside her.
“You’ll get everything you want when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
“No, you’re not.”
My Wynter can start a fight over absolutely anything, even this. “Wouldn’t I know better than you?”
“Not about this.”
“Because you’re such an expert.”
“I’m an expert on you, and if I plow into you, it’ll hurt, so shut up and let me do my thing.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
