“That’s it, baby. I love it when you scream my name. I love to make you come.” He thrust once more. “You hug me so completely, Kate. No one else… No one else in the world but you…”
I pushed my hips backward, forcing him to increase his rhythm. Hard and fast. That’s how I liked it, especially right before he left
on one of his trips. He always made sure I’d think only of him while he was gone.
And I always did. He never left my thoughts.
He plunged into me more deeply and then withdrew. Though I whimpered at the loss, he flipped me over onto my back, spread my legs, and then tunneled into me.
“Look at me, Kate. I want to look into your beautiful blue eyes.” Beads of sweat emerged on his brow, gluing dark strands of hair to his forehand. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He thrust once more, groaning. “God, yeah. Feels so good.”
So sensitive was I from my multiple orgasms, I felt every tiny convulsion as Price shot into me.
One day we’d make a baby together. The time wasn’t right yet, but one day…
He collapsed on top of me, his body hot and slick. After a few seconds, he mumbled, “Sorry, baby,” and moved to the side.
I turned toward him and brushed my lips over his. “I miss you already.”
His arm was over his forehead, his eyes closed. “Me too. But it’s only for a week.”
I smiled and kissed him again. “A week sounds like a year to me.”
He opened his eyes and turned toward me. “I know. I’ll call you every day like I always do.” Then he sighed. “I’d better get moving if I’m going to make that flight. An afternoon nap is just what you need. You deserve it.”
The bed shifted as he got up. I wanted to stay awake until he left, but I was exhausted. I’d pulled an eighty-hour week and still managed to get home to see Price before he left. Tomorrow was Saturday. I was going to indulge in a well-deserved session of sleeping in followed by a late lunch with my bestie and then a massage.
“Love you, baby,” I said, drifting off.
His words echoed back to me. “And I love you. Always.”
* * *
I shot up in bed. What the hell was that annoying noise?
Not my alarm. I hadn’t set it. I’d only lain down for an afternoon nap.
The door buzzer. I’d been so sound asleep that I hadn’t recognized the ring. I quickly grabbed my phone off the night table. Noon? Damn. I’d really been exhausted. A wave of regret swept over me. I’d wanted to say goodbye to Price when he left. He was no doubt already in Switzerland by now.
I hurried into some sweats and a shirt and stumbled out of the bedroom to the front door. I opened the intercom. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Lewis? Katherine Lewis?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“I’m Officer Trent Nixon, NYPD. I have…news for you. May I come up?”
My heart fell into my stomach.
Something was terribly wrong.
* * *
A year later…
“Come on, Kate,” Michelle, my sister-in-law, urged. “You need a vacation.”
“The last year has been a vacation. I’ve hardly worked.” I hadn’t needed to. Price had left me a hefty life insurance policy. With proper investment, I’d never have to work again. Which was good, because apparently I no longer had it in me.