“Sadie, baby…” he whispers, sounding emotionally ravaged.
“No! I need you to know that I didn’t do it on purpose. I told you that I was having a long battle with writer’s block. Then this hot football player moves in next door during a pandemic and whammo! The muse is back. Honestly, I had no idea our own love story would play out through this, but it flowed so well I just kept going. And you’re right, it’s almost a retelling of our story and I don’t want random people to know how we met and fell in love. People that matter to us knowing, yeah. Not the world. It’s too private, too special. Like handing them a piece of our hearts. I didn’t see that until you painted that picture for me.”
More tears fall as he reaches out, but I back away, get off the bed, and pick up his robe.
“Don’t leave, sweetheart.” His voice is battered and filled with need.
“I’m not. I brought you something.” I pull the memory drive out of the pocket and walk over to his side of the bed and hold out my hand, palm open. “I want you to have this. It’s the only remaining copy of the book. I deleted all the others. I’m giving it to you. I’ll never publish it. Not ever,” I choke. “Please.” I get down on my knees prepared to beg and plead for my man. “Just don’t let this be the end of us, because I don’t think I could survive it. Not after having the love of a lifetime.”
“Get up here.” Evan reaches for me and drags me onto his lap.
I straddle him and burst into tears against his neck. “I love you so much. I can’t lose you. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
He holds me against his form so tight we may have melded together. “You’re not going to lose me. Never, Sadie. You’re mine and I’m yours. After being without you this evening, I don’t ever want to experience that again. You’ve become a part of me.”
“I’m so so sorry,” I sob against his skin, my tears wetting his neck and chest. “I hate myself for what I did. Risking our love like that.”
He tunnels his fingers into the long waves of my hair and cups my head forcing me to back away from my perfect hidey hole against his neck.
“You didn’t do it on purpose and our love story is special. I can see wanting to share something so beautiful, but I agree. It’s ours and you giving up the only copy of your book, coming here, crying a river? It says it all. It proves I’m more important to you than anything. And Sadie, I feel the same. I’d give up everything for you. To have you in my life, in my bed, as my other half. I plan on marrying you when all this is over, sweetheart. Nothing between us ever again.”
He wants to marry me.
I explode into another bout of wracking sobs.
“Come here.” He cuddles me against his chest until the tears and sorrow abate and my breathing starts to normalize. “You done? Can I kiss you now?”
I smile, lift my head, and nod.
He takes my mouth in the sweetest touch of lips to lips. I sigh into his kiss and he takes it deeper, his tongue sliding tantalizingly against mine in a series of long then short licks.
“You know what the best part of fighting is?” he whispers, sliding his tongue along the column of my neck before nipping the lobe of my ear.
I gasp. “What?”
“Make up sex. Lots and lots of makeup sex.” He thrusts his hard cock against my center.
“Oh, hell yeah!” I grind down against his erection as he dips both hands into the back of my panties and palms and squeezes my ass.
“Top off, now! Give me my pretty tits,” he demands, and I’m quick to oblige.
I rip my top off, lift one of my breasts, and feed it to my man. He sucks on the tip with gusto, growling with the effort.
“Other one,” he barks.
He sucks and twirls his tongue over to my other breast while I grind along with his thrusts, ramping up my desire a hundred-fold.
“Both at once,” he insists.
Wanting to give him everything, and wanting his mouth on both my breasts, I press my globes together and watch in awe as his tongue sucks at each erect nipple, making them bright red with the effort.
“These tits. I can’t get enough of them.” He pushes my hands away and palms them both, watching avidly as he pinches each tip.
He keeps going until I feel small bites of pain. I arch into the sensation and dry hump his length. My panties are soaked and I’m ready to be fucked.
“Evan, need you, honey,” I say before it turns into a cry of pleasure under his skilled ministrations.