Behind The Book (Sexy 2)

“Fuck, baby, I missed you so much. Don’t cry,” he whispers.

I lift my head off his shoulder and look at him. His emerald eyes are sparkling with happiness and relief, and I know my eyes are too.

“They aren’t sad tears. I’m just so happy to see you. It’s overwhelming. I missed you so much. I’m so happy to be home,” I say.

He presses his lips to mine, and as always, sparks fly. My body becomes putty in his arms.

“Damn, I missed you. I love you so much, so fucking much.” He wipes my tears with one hand, still holding me in the other.

“I love you too.” We stand in the yard, kissing for the longest time. Reacquainting ourselves.

“I need to get you inside, unless, of course, you don’t care if I fuck you right here on the grass.” I laugh, but part of me at this point really wouldn’t care. “Damn, your battery is going to die. Let’s close your car door.” Shit, I totally forgot. He runs down to it, closes it, and comes back to me. “Come on.” We walk inside and I feel like I haven’t been here in years, which is absurd, it’s only been a week.

We get into his room and he closes the door, causing my stomach to get butterflies. He picks me up and tosses me on the bed, catching me off guard. I laugh. He climbs on top of me and kisses the hell out of me.

I hook my legs around him and run my hands into his hair. He runs his hands all over my body, and I suddenly need to be naked. I need to feel his skin on mine. After a few more minutes, he breaks the kiss and we are both breathless. “I need you, Blake.”

He kisses my nose and pulls me up to a sitting position. We slowly pull each other’s clothes off, one piece at a time, until we have nothing on. I take in his entire body, paying close attention to his colorful arms. Those arms are not only sexy as hell, but they make me feel so safe.

“Lay back, London.” I do as he says and he reaches over to get a condom. He rolls it on and climbs on top of me. “I promise to make this up to you, but I need to be inside you. Are you all right with that?”

“Yes, hell yes.” He doesn’t need to be told again. He slams into me and I scream out.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?” I shake my head. It did hurt, but I need it. I don’t care. He starts moving and the pain vanishes. He doesn’t do anything rough, nothing crazy, and he takes his time. He isn’t fucking me, he’s making love to me, and it brings tears to my eyes. He stops moving and kisses my lips. “What’s wrong?”

I reach my hands up, cupping his face. “You’re making love to me.” He smiles and kisses me so incredibly sweetly before he starts moving again. Even though we are moving slow and sweet, it still feels amazing ,and I feel myself starting to get that all too familiar feeling.

“You feel so amazing. I missed this. I missed you.” Everything about this is so romantic, right down to his words. There is no dirty talk, just honest feelings.

“I missed you too, so much,” I whisper.

He picks up his pace just a little, but that’s all it takes to have me moaning, pushing me closer to the edge. “I feel you, baby. Fuck, do I feel you.” He kisses me just as he reaches down to rub my clit and I explode. I moan, but he swallows it all down. I dig my nails into his shoulders while I ride out my orgasm and he finds his. He breaks our kiss and shouts my name, over and over. I don’t realize until he starts kissing me again that I really have my nails digging into his shoulders. I let go and we break our kiss, both breathing heavily.

“I love you, London.”

“God, I love you too.” We hold onto each other for a bit, and I feel myself starting to drift off. He must notice because he lifts his head and kisses my lips. I open my eyes and he smiles at me. That’s when I notice I left marks on his arms. “Oh shit.” I sit up quickly and he moves up with me. “I left marks on you. I’m so sorry.”

He laughs and looks at his shoulders. “I think it’s hot as fuck. You can mark me any day.” This man never ceases to amaze me. He never reacts the way I think he will. That makes me smile inside. Maybe I am overreacting with everything. Maybe he will understand.

We fall asleep shortly after with me on his chest. It is by far the best night’s sleep I’ve had since I left.

I wake up alone in bed, and honestly, I’m surprised. I thought for sure he would wake me up for sex. I roll over, look at the clock, and jump up when I see it’s almost noon. “Shit.” I slept the whole damn day away, no wonder he’s not in bed with me. I pull on my sundress, brush my hair, and pull it up into a ponytail. I go out to find him and smile when I see him in the kitchen cooking. It smells so good and my stomach agrees with a growl. I walk in and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his back. “Good morning.”

He turns his head and gives me a wink. “Good morning is right. I love waking up with you in my arms.” He turns around and kisses me.

“I love waking up like that. I didn’t this morning.” I give him a pouty lip and he nips it.

“Someone had to get up and make food.” I keep my pouty lip out and he laughs. “Next time I promise to let you wake up in my arms, okay?” I smile and he shakes his head smiling. “You could get me to do anything, you know that?”

I lift my shoulders and let go of him to get myself some coffee. “Hey, what are the plans for today?” I sip my coffee, watching him finish the eggs.

“I thought we could just hang out and enjoy the day. Unless you have something else in mind?” The only thing I want is to spend as much time with him as possible before I go home later. I haven’t been to work in a week, so I have to go home, get laundry done, and clean up.

“No, just hanging here is perfect.” He hands me a plate with eggs, pancakes, and toast. It looks so good. “Thank you.” We sit and eat, not rushing, just taking our time. It’s the feel for the day, relaxing.

When we finish, I do the dishes while he goes outside to have a cigarette. When I’m done, I join him outside. He doesn’t say anything, just reaches over and rests his hand on my thigh. I don’t know why these little things mean so much to me, but they do. It shows me just how much he loves me.

We start talking about what we did our week apart. I tell him all about the bars and restaurants Shannon and I went to and the movies we watched. He makes my heart break when he tells me how miserable he was until Thursday night. I absolutely hate that I made him feel that way, but at the time, I felt I had no choice. That flashback I had of Axel was the first time in five years that I allowed myself to replay the entire night. It terrified me, but seeing the way it affected Blake makes me feel even worse. That’s when I decide that tomorrow after work I’ll have him over for dinner an