I rolled her onto her back, relishing the way she immediately spread her legs and welcomed me between her thighs. There were faint marks along her neck, shoulders, and chest from where I’d licked and sucked and nipped at her skin all night, which I loved. The sight of them on her body, knowing I was the one who put them there, soothed the territorial beast in my chest.
I reached out and let my fingers trail along them. “So fucking beautiful.”
Cleo glanced down, blushing. “Someone got carried away.”
“Don’t act like I’m the only one. If I walked into the bathroom, I’m sure I’d find some of my own.”
“Maybe so,” she said with a smirk. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll wear your hickeys with pride,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. She met me halfway, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. The head of mycock rubbed against her center, earning a soft gasp as I slowly slipped inside. “Are you sore, bluebird?”
“A little,” she admitted. I moved to pull myself free because the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but she stopped me with a fierce look. “But don’t you dare stop. Make love to me, Grady Wilde. Show me how much you love me.”
Last night had been mostly dirty fucking. While we’d slowed it down a time or two, it was full of desperation and begging and frantic need. But as the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow, it felt different. It felt born of love and tenderness. Of whispered oaths and the promise of infinite tomorrows.
With our gazes locked, I dropped my forehead to hers. Cleo raised her leg, hooking it around my waist as I gripped her hip, securing her in place before I began to move. It sent currents of pleasure coursing through my body as I aimed to show her exactly how profound this moment felt.
Slipping my other hand beneath her back, I pulled her closer, digging into her skin with each powerful thrust. I couldn’t get enough; I was gone for her. She had every bit of my heart, body, and soul. I didn’t know what else I could offer her, but I knew I’d give her anything she asked for.
As her lips parted on a cry, I covered her mouth with my own, swallowing her moans of pleasure. “I love you,” I said, picking up the pace, forcing myself deeper with each thrust. Each soft mewl she only made me want more. “I love you so much.”
It wasn’t long before her back bowed and sweet pussy tightened around me, sending me following her over the edge into toe-curling ecstasy before she could utter a single word. Nothing had ever felt so powerful, so meaningful before.
For the first time, I felt healed from the pain of our past. While I hated the time we lost, this may be how our story was meant toplay out. When we were kids, I could understand what we shared was special, but I had taken her for granted nonetheless. I didn’t realize how much I would miss the way she kissed me every time she left a room or placed her hand on my back when passing by. Or the way her smiles, the real ones at least, were so sporadic.
After a tender kiss, I sat back and looked down to where we were joined. The evidence of our climaxes coated my cock as I slipped out, and goddamn... It was so fucking hot seeing what was left of my cum leak out of her. Flicking my gaze up to meet hers, I reached forward and slowly pushed it back in. It didn’t matter to me that it’d be wiped away when we dragged our spent bodies to the shower to clean up. I just wanted to lay claim to her in every way I could.
“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” she whispered, giving me a shy smile that I returned.
“When it comes to you and this pussy,” I said, brushing my thumb over her clit, “everything is fucking sexy.”
She laughed, the sound lightening the moment. “You’re so crude.”
“I can’t help it. I’m in love.”
Cleo’s face softened at my words. “I know. I feel it.” She placed her hand over her heart. “And it’s terrifying, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I wouldn’t either, baby.” I grabbed her hand, bringing it up to my lips. “Now, let’s get cleaned up before we get a wakeup call from a certain little girl who doesn’t understand boundaries?”
True to form,Cleo and I had barely gotten dressed before we heard the pitter-patter of feet running down the hall toward our room. “Daddy, Miss Cleo!” she called before throwing openthe door and storming inside. “I’ve been waiting on you guys forever. I’m so hungry.” She patted her stomach for extra emphasis.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Cleo said, placing her hands on her hips. She’d thrown her hair up in a messy bun and donned one of my old band T-shirts that was so long it nearly swallowed the pair of cut-off shorts she was wearing.
Even though she had her own in the weekend bag Lennox packed, I love that Cleo wore my clothes. Whether it was out of a possessive need to show the world she was mine, or if it was just the familiarity of it all, it was so damn sexy.
Charlie shook her head. “Nope. We can’t!”
“If you could have whatever you wanted for breakfast, what would you want?” Cleo asked, stooping to Charlie’s height so they were level.
My daughter pursed her lips in thought. “I want something sweet, I think.”
“You’re gonna have to add something else in too, sunshine,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.
“Bacon?” Charlie asked, perking up.
I laughed. “Sure. Bacon is fine. Eggs, too, though.”
This time, Charlie’s face scrunched up in disgust. “I really don’t like eggs, Daddy.”
