“Missed you,” I murmured. “So, so much, baby.”
“Me too.” Her arms tightened. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
I dropped her onto the bed and crawled over her. Pressed up on my hands, I stared down at her. So beautiful it hurt to look. That hair spread all over my pillow, her glasses slightly crooked, big blue eyes blinking back at me. Soft, soft lips curved into the slightest smile. Her cheeks, her chin, her neck…
“I love you.”
She reached for my face, cupping my cheeks. “I love you too, Benny.”
Hearing it out loud cracked my chest open. All the fear and anger I’d been carrying—about Roman, about my mom, about everything I couldn’t control—came rushing up to the surface and dissolved right there in her palm.
I lowered my head until our foreheads touched. “You make it easy to come home,” I whispered, my voice thick.
Her thumb brushed under my eye. “Then come home to me,” she murmured. “Right now, that’s all that matters.”
I kissed her slowly at first, tasting the safety on her lips. Every brush, every warm breath between us a reminder she was here, she was real, and I’d come home to her.
The world shrank to the bed, to the heat of her body under mine, to the quiet sound of our breathing tangling in the dark. I kissed down the line of her jaw, her throat, and together, we pulled off her T-shirt so I could kiss her everywhere else.
Sliding down her warm body, I found home again between her legs, drinking my fill of her sweet nectar, and the buzzing in my head calmed. Her plush thighs wrapped around me, her fingers sliding through my hair, I became lost and found.
Right where I wanted to be.
She arched into me, muffling her cries with her hand over her open mouth. I stayed until her cries broke in the middle and my name was the only thing left on her tongue.
Then I moved over her, staring at her face painted in moonlight. She smiled, so I did too as I carefully slid her glasses off and placed them on her nightstand.
“Ben…”
“Mazzy,” I replied, pressing into her. “Home.”
There was nothing but pleasure when I was moving inside her. How could there be? She enveloped me in her heat, wrapped me in her soft limbs, watched me like I was important to her. Vital. When we were together, the harsh edges went dull, everything but this woman fading into the background.
And I clung to her like she was the only solid thing left in the world.
Maybe she was.
I kissed her again, pouring every unsaid word into it.I’m here. I’m safe. Don’t leave. Stay with me. Be mine.
My hands framed her face, and I wanted to say something, explain what she meant to me, but I’d never been great with words. So I just held her and looked at her, hoping she’d see it and understand.
Her legs locked around me, pulling me closer, deeper, and she wrapped her hands around my wrists. I was cuffed in the best way. Trapped with my Mazzy. If she let go, I’d force her to lock me up again.
I wanted to stay inside her all night. All week. But I’d missed her too much, and all that hair spilling over my pillow, the sight of her in my shirt, her warm pussy sliding over me, was too much to fight. I moved faster, taking all I could before it was too late.
She made the softest sound, a breath breaking free, and it did me in completely. Her hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, her nails dragging down my back.
I buried my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in like air, each movement between us slow and desperate and sweet.
“Ben,” she whispered.
“I’m here,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
When the wave finally hit, it wasn’t heavy and frantic but quietly overwhelming. I clung to her hard, like if I didn’t, we’d be broken apart. If she minded me being a needy bastard, she didn’t show it. She held me just as fiercely with her arms, her legs, her cheek pressed to mine. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanted.
I brushed the hair out of her eyes, my thumb stroking her cheek. “I’m home, baby.”
Her smile was languid. “Right where you’re meant to be.”
