Page 92 of Who We Love

“I missed you too,” I say, resting my head on the crook of his neck. Absorbing that musky-wood scent of his. Coming back home, the feeling relaxes me completely. I surrender inside his arms and cherish this precious moment with him. “So much, it’s getting harder to breathe.”

His arms tighten around me, drawing me in even closer. “Nights are the hardest, Butterfly. They’re when I miss you the most.” His low voice sends another wave of desire through my body. “But also when I lay in bed wondering where we’d be if you hadn’t made me realize that we were just going through the motions. That we were heading toward a dead end.”

He couldn’t describe the situation any better. We were like a vehicle accelerating at maximum velocity without a driver or brakes.

“So, you’re actually glad we had the time apart?” I bite my lip, chewing his words, assimilating them.

Was I glad it happened?

No, I was heartbroken that we had to live apart in order to remind ourselves how to be together. But not having him close allowed me to think—heal—and to believe there’s something beyond waiting for the two of us.

“Not glad, but as Tristan and I concluded, we found what was missing. We matured, and I think we’re ready to continue our destiny. Our happy ending. I found the silver lining to it, Butterfly.” He gazes at me lovingly, but hungrily too.

That combination only he can pull off, combining tenderness and lust. The playfulness is there, but there’s a maturity to his crystal blues. It’s as if the man I love and know is inside, ready to welcome me, yet the guy who waits for me is different, seasoned. Ready to take charge and never let go.

“How much longer do you need?” he asks.

“Need for what?” I close my eyes as we start swaying at the pace of a slow version of “Drops of Jupiter.”

“This break. I’m ready to talk.” My eyes flutter open with those words.

A silent look passes between us as we absorb the lyrics to the song playing around us. A light smile plays on his lips, and I know we’re both thinking abouthim—the other piece of our hearts. We dance silently, reverently, until the last lyric plays.

He touches my chest lightly. “This is what matters to me, Thea. Your heart. That sweet, butterfly-colorful personality you possess. So the question lingers, Miss Bradley, can we get back together?”

His full attention is back on me. His shoulders square, his body stiffens. The tight jaw hardens all his facial features. I absorb the words and play the question several times.

“Yes. Matt, I want us to be back together again because I love you fearlessly. That doesn’t mean I don’t have doubts. I’m human. Boundaries. There’s no such thing between us. There are no limits to where or what I’ll do for you, Matt. I’ll follow you everywhere, even to the end of the world.”

“You’re my forever.” He gazes at me. His face angles so close to mine that our lips are almost touching. “My love for you is as big and deep as the universe itself. There’s no end. The moment I fell in love with you—”

I cut him off with a hungry kiss. Hot, searing, and full of love.

A kiss where we drink each other in, fusing our hearts back again. It’s hard and tender, hungry and loving. A surge of moisture flows between my thighs. I need him badly. I’m borderline desperate to have his hands touch my body, to touch every inch of this lean-muscled man with my lips.

“I need you in my life—for eternity, Thea Bradley.” He claims my lips once more. “Come to my room.”

I don’t think, only act. We rush through the ballroom toward the elevator and reach his room. It doesn’t take long for him to open the door. His hands hold my hips, lifting me and carrying me toward the bed. I tangle my legs around him, grasping his shoulders as our mouths, tongues, and bodies begin to dance.

My heart pounds against my chest, trying to break through and jump inside Matt’s body. Become one with him. My body is filled with desire. I need him like I need my next breath, like water, as he needs me.

Matt sets me on the bed and breaks the kiss. His warmth is back.

I tug off his jacket, tie, and his shirt, ripping off the buttons, quickly uncovering his granite-like torso. Heat builds inside me. My sex clenches with desire. A painful ache between my legs makes me rub myself against him, searching for some release. A fast and hard release.

Matt peels down the straps of my dress, pulling it down with one swift movement. My panties follow suit. There’s not much foreplay tonight. His hands find my bare breasts. They tug and pull my nipples as Matt’s lips kiss their way down to my already wet sex.

My body clenches in response to his light kisses. As I rub myself against his mouth, he stops the sweet movements and uses his tongue to tease me with a fast-paced rhythm that’s driving me to the edge. My body is ready, and my mind is lost in a state of pure pleasure and desire.Bliss.

“Please,” I moan, arching against his mouth. “Don’t. More. I. Want you inside me. Now.” The words make no sense, but his hands stop their own assault against my nipples, followed by the sound of his zipper being lowered.

He slides in easily, connecting us.

“This is perfect,” he mumbles as he thrusts inside me. “I love you, Agatha. My beautiful butterfly. This is forever. No matter what shit you put me through, I’ll never give up on you, just as I beg that you never give up on me—on our love.”

Lust shoots through my body as he says some of the sweetest words he’s ever spoken. I’m at a loss for words while my heart thumps as hard and as fast as Matt thrusts himself inside me, and my hips meet his. We build an inferno between our bodies, both lost in a daze, moaning and whimpering. After a final deep plunge, a big explosion similar to the big bang sends us shooting off into outer space.

Matt embraces me inside a cocoon created by his strong arms. My head rests on his chest. I missed this. Us. Tears spill as my heart settles into this new stage, happy, and hopeful that it’s the forever stage.

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