She tries to look away, but I don’t let her.
“Why?” I breathe, my heart in my throat.
I wish I could say the same. I would give anything to turn back time and erase every nameless face, just to be able to give her what she’s giving me.
“I—” She gasps when I shift my hips, pushing inside of her again.
“Why, Mo?”
“I didn’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel the way you do, and I didn’t want to settle for anyone other than the man who owned my heart.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” My hands slide up her thighs, gripping them as she rocks back and forth on my cock. “I—I wish I could—”
“It’s okay.” She places a finger over my lips. I nip at the pad, and she smiles. “You thought I’d cheated on you. I didn’t expect you to stay celibate.”
“I’m clean. I have to get tested regularly with the organization, and I haven’t been with anyone in a while anyway. As soon as you get on the pill, I promise there will be nothing between us ever again. Until then…” I reach for my wallet, grab a condom, and slip it on.
My cock slides back into her easily. It doesn’t feel the same as it did before, but it’s still amazing.
“Did you think of me—of us—when you got yourself off?” I ask, surging my hips forward. Her grunts grow louder with each thrust, her pleasure just beyond my grasp.
“Yes! Every night, you’re all I thought about,” she admits. “Oh, God, Rhett. You’re all I think about.”
I pull her down on top of me so I can kiss her. “That’s so hot, baby. I want to watch you—watch you get yourself off the way you did when I wasn’t around.”
My movements speed up, along with Mo’s breathing. She loves the dirty talk more than any woman I’ve ever known.
“Will you let me watch, Mo? Can I watch you finger this tight little pussy?” I squeeze a hand between us, press my thumb to her clit, and she bucks against me.
“Yes! Yes! You can watch. Oh, God.” She moans loud and long as her sweat-soaked body slides against mine, her breasts swinging in front of my face.
I capture a tight nipple with my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth. I flick the bud with my tongue the way I know she likes, and Mo’s body explodes atop mine.
Her pussy contracts, tightening around my throbbing dick. I continue to move in and out of her, relishing the way it feels to be connected once again.
“Rhett,” she breathes, her husky voice causing a tingle at the base of my spine. It swirls upward through my stomach and explodes through my chest, radiating to every inch of my body.
My orgasm slams into me with enough force to blur my vision. I bury my face in Mo’s neck, breathing her in as I moan through my release.
She collapses on top of me, and we lay like this for several seconds.
Eventually she pushes herself up, brushes the hair out of her face, and grins, sending my heart into a frenzy.
“You take my breath away,” I whisper.
Tears fill her big, beautiful eyes. “I don’t deserve you.” Her voice cracks, but she continues. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, or your heart.”
“Stop.” I shake my head. “Mo—”
“Let me finish,” she pleads. I shut my mouth and nod, unsure of where this could be going. “I don’t deserve a second chance at your heart, but if you give it, I won’t turn it down. I’m still madly in love with you, Rhett Allen.”
Mo Gallagher is sitting on top of me, naked, begging for a second chance at my heart, and for the life of me I’m trying to remember what it was like to hear her say those three little words.
“Say it.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
I look down at her hand on my heart and place mine over it. We’re really here together. Somehow this has happened…