Page 31 of Mr. Merry Ex-Mas
His voice drops, barely more than a breath. “No. This is making up for lost time.”
And then his mouth finds mine. It doesn’t feel rushed. It feels like it’s supposed to happen. I melt into him, my hands fisting his shirt as he walks us back toward my bedroom, kissing me like I’m the only thing keeping him from drifting away.
I break the kiss just long enough to whisper, “You still drive me insane.”
He laughs against my neck, then his mouth is there, biting and teasing. “Good,” he murmurs. “I plan to do it thoroughly.”
We’re tearing our clothes off, and when we get to the bed, I shove him backward onto it and laugh when he flops down onit with exaggerated drama. He grins up at me like I’m his whole damn world. And I honestly believe I could be.
I straddle him, bracing my hands against his chest, and his hands grip my hips.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and there’s nothing playful in his voice now—just want. “God, Sadie.”
My breath hitches. “Say it again.”
“You’re beautiful. You’re brilliant. And I love you so much it physically hurts sometimes.”
I kiss him before I can fall apart. I just need him close. Every brush of his hand or lips on me feels right, like it’s something I've been missing and now I have it all.
I let him sit up as he slides his boxers down his legs, kicking them off. He grabs his jeans that are on the floor, searching for his wallet and pulling out a condom. He rolls it on, and I watch as he strokes himself twice. I slide back on the bed as he leans over me, grabbing my panties and slipping them off my legs.
He climbs on the bed and hovers above me, entering me slowly and so deep that we both go still, gasping for breath. I press my forehead to his. “This,” I whisper, my breath catching, “is the safest I’ve ever felt.”
His hands slide up my back. “Then I’m doing something right.”
We move together like it’s always been us. There wasn’t a beginning or an end; we’ve just always been Sadie and Danny. He murmurs my name like a promise, and I answer with whisperedyesesandDanny, please,and when I look into his eyes, there’s no fear, just home.
He picks up the pace, his hands finding mine and pinning them beside my head. His hips thrust against mine. He’s so deep, and I feel so much that all I can do is let him give me everything he’s got. My back arches, and he bends down, biting my nipple before letting it pop from his mouth. He drives intome frantically, and the orgasm that he pulls from me is nothing I've felt before. My entire body feels like it’s been shocked. I cry out, and he swallows it, his body locking up as he empties into me.
He falls to the side of me, rolling me with him, still half-hard inside me. I lay against his chest, my cheek pressed to him, listening to his heartbeat. I feel his fingers sliding gently through my hair.
“I think I finally get it,” he says softly.
I smile against his skin. “Get what?”
“What it means to be home.”
I lift my head and look at him. “Me, too,” I whisper.
And for once, I don’t think about the morning, the what-ifs, or the checklist of all the ways it could go wrong. I’m completely at peace with Danny by my side.
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SADIE
Islept so peacefully that I never heard Danny leave, and worse, I never heard my alarm. Checking the time on my phone, I groan and roll on my back, my mind immediately spinning with how my routine is off. But then I take a breath and get a whiff of his cologne from the pillow next to me, and I smile, remembering how good it was, how good we were together last night.
And for the first time since we broke up, I actually believe we can make it this time.
I’m not freaking out, and that freaks me out the most. I reach for my phone and text my sister.
Me: How did you know it was finally going to work with Matt?
Kylie: Be there in 5
I chuckle. I should have known she’d come right over. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth quickly, and make my way to the kitchen. I pull up short at seeing the coffee maker full, a mug next to it, and a sticky note that says,
Don’t worry, I already put my mug in the dishwasher
