I got his boxers over his hips and ass before I pushed them down with my foot.
When our bottoms were free, he moved over me, his thighs anxiously separating mine, his weight making the mattress shift as he positioned himself on top of me. After a tilt of his hips, his head found my entrance, and he sank quickly, as the wetness between my legs erased all the friction between our bodies. I had been emotional and dry, but when he told me he loved me, that was the instant my body changed. I wanted to take him as soon as I could, feel him inside me, show him that I felt the same way—a million times over.
He moaned as he looked me in the eye, his entire length buried inside me. He definitely noticed how unusually wet I was, considering there had been almost no foreplay. My body was wet because of the love in my heart.
He rocked into me slowly, his hand still fisted in my hair, looking down at me like I was the only person in the world who mattered at that moment. He hadn’t noticed Dr. Hawthorne’s incredible body because he was too absorbed in mine. All other women were just random faces and bodies, but mine stood out from the haze.
He breathed deeply against my mouth, his lungs needing more air the longer he moved, the more he worked his body to thrust completely inside me and pull out again. When he’d made love to me the first time, he didn’t even ask if I was on birth control. He completely trusted me, assumed I would have told him otherwise. He’d realized his mistake in rejecting me and fixed it, becoming a new man like he’d promised. Even when I told him I wanted to have his kids, he didn’t run off like others would.
Now, I knew why.
My arms circled his shoulders, and I rocked my hips with him, my ankles crossed at his lower back, my nipples dragging against his chest as he moved. I didn’t even care about reaching the finish line. I just wanted to be with him, to see him look at me like that, to know that every woman who wanted him couldn’t have him…because he was mine. “I love you.” I’d just said it minutes ago, but I didn’t care. I could finally release the words sitting in my heart, say anything I wanted without fear or shame. It was the opposite of dirty talk, but it turned me on more than any dirty thing I could say. I was so deeply in love with this man, and whispering into the darkness, saying it while looking him in the eye, was the biggest turn-on for me.
As was hearing him say it back. “I love you, baby.” He kissed me, his thrusts deep and slow, his cock slightly harder as he said it back, like it turned him on too.
“I want to be your wife…the mother of your kids…I want to grow old with you.” I could picture us together by the lake, our kids gone from the nest, out on their own, and then we just had each other and the quiet sound of the water. His dark hair would start to gray, the wrinkles would form in the corners of his eyes, but he would still be the most handsome man in the world to me. We would still make love, our moans mixing with the sounds of the crickets. And then we would die, our handsome sons and beautiful daughters carrying our legacy. “You’re the man I’m supposed to be with…” My first marriage was just a big fucking mistake. I’d thought he loved me, but real love didn’t die so easily the way his did. Deacon was deeper, didn’t say things unless he meant them, thought about every little thing to determine if it was true. He was the man I should have kept waiting for, the man who would stand by my side no matter what.
He paused as he looked into my eyes, his length buried inside me. “You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.”
Nine
Deacon
When I woke up the next morning, it was nine.
I hadn’t slept in that late since…I couldn’t remember when.
Cleo was on me, her head lying on my shoulder, her body resting in the crook of my arm. She’d never washed off her makeup, so her eyeliner and mascara were all over the sheets and pillows.
She was beautiful anyway.
I kissed her on the forehead before I slipped out of bed, putting on my sweatpants before walking to the other side of the condo. I made coffee in the kitchen and sat down at the dining table. My phone had a lot of text messages from people who had attended the charity dinner last night, saying they had a great time. I had emails too, so I sat at the dining table with my laptop and responded to everything. Social interactions were my weakness, but it wasn’t so bad when I knew almost everyone there. The people I worked with and my sponsors already knew exactly how I was.