“Today was fun.” She grins, resting her hands against my chest, and I’m momentarily stunned by the light of happiness in her eyes, a light I know I had a part in creating.
“It was.” I slide my hands up her thighs then over her hips watching her pupils dilate.
“I love spending time with the boys.”
“They like spending time with you too baby.” I say and her face softens.
“And thanks for agreeing to sleep here.” She shifts her hips as my hands glide up her waist under the silky material exposing her stomach and her nails dig into my flesh making my cock twitch as I push the material up further. When she lifts her arms, I take it the rest of the way up then drop it to the floor watching her hair fall around her shoulders, covering the tips of her breasts. Soaking her in, I wrap one hand around her hip, my eyes catching on her tattoo, and I trace the ship and waves made from words with my fingers.
I’ve lived a thousand lives and traveled to unknown lands on waves of italic print and ships made from printed paper.
I read those words tattooed into her flesh along her ribs and tighten my hold on her. “Why this?”
“Because it’s true. I’ve always lived through books,” she says quietly, looking down at her hand as it covers mine on her side, then lifting it and meeting my gaze. “Not anymore.”
“Jesus.” I lift my head from my pillow and place my mouth against hers. When her mouth opens and her tongue touches mine, I roll her to her back and feel her warmth brush against the tip of my cock as I settle between her thighs.
“Gareth,” she breathes, latching onto my shoulders with her nails and lifting her feet from the bed, curling her legs around the back of my thighs.
With my name warm on her lips, I sink into her slowly, feeling her slick walls contract and each of her breaths as they mix with mine. This is nothing like the frenzied pace we normally share; this is something more, something I’ve never experienced with anyone else. Her desire and excitement fuels my own.
I grasp both her hands in mine, pulling them up over her head—holding her, controlling her, connecting with her. Her sensual scent and wet heat pull me deeper into the unknown. I drag my mouth from hers and our eyes lock, my own look of awe reflected back at me. I soak in the sounds of her needy cries and absorb the feel of her soft skin and body under me. Everything about her and this moment is my undoing.
I lose myself inside her, and we fall over the edge together as one. Two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly. Breathing heavily, I roll to my side with her in my arms, holding her tightly and knowing in this moment that she’s exactly what I’ve been missing.
“We didn’t use a condom,” she whispers, and I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment then pull back to look at her and my teeth grind together. “We can’t—”
“Ember,” I cut her off, capturing her face with my palm. “The chances of you getting pregnant are slim.”
“The chance might be slim, but there is still a chance it could happen.”
“Yeah.” I agree, brushing her hair out of her face.
“Okay, but how would you react if I ended up pregnant?” she asks, studying me closely.
“I’d react like every other man on the planet who found out the woman they love is carrying their child. I’d be scared but excited.”
“You don’t love me,” she says, placing her hands against my chest and putting pressure there.
“What?” I ask then I realize exactly what I said. And I know it’s true. I’m in love with her.
“You’re not—”
“I am,” I interrupt. “I don’t even know when it happened, but it’s true.”
“You… You….” She snaps her mouth closed when I grin.
“Yes, me.”
“How?” She frowns.
“I don’t know.” I start to laugh. “Should I have started a list?”
“Don’t be a jerk.”
“I’m not being a jerk. You’re asking me a question I have no answer to. I don’t know how I fell in love with you; I just did. I mean, I didn’t really stand a chance, did I? You’re you—beautiful, kind, great in bed, great in the kitchen, great with my boys who adore you. You love reading more than TV, are a little bit of a nerd, and the only woman I know who would carry a purse covered with fruit.” I rest my forehead against hers. “But most importantly, you make me happy, and I want to do everything to make you feel the same,” I say, watching tears start to fill her eyes.
Meow.
“You have to be kidding me,” she cries, shaking her head.
“You also have an awesome cat.”