I nod rapidly and he groans, eyes burning into mine. He curses, moving to pull out, but I slap my hand onto his arm and desperately shake my head. His brow furrows, but it’s too late, a groan explodes from him, his thrusts get sloppy, and he climaxes while he’s still buried deep inside my body.
My body arches off the bed, the idea of it sending me right over the edge behind him.
I’m trembling when he falls beside me, catching his breath. He reaches for me instantly, like he always does, and presses his mouth to mine. “That was risky.”
“I have an IUD,” I remind him, my eyes fluttering shut. “But we don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to.”
He says nothing more about it, just kisses my head. I pull myself completely to his side, throwing my leg over his, and let out a happy sigh when his hand slides up my thigh, traveling higher and higher until it’s between my legs. He dips his fingers inside me and my breath hitches. The groan that leaves him is enough to make me want to go for round two.
“Yeah, that might be the hottest thing in the fucking world,” he says in his deep, husky voice.
I smile, leaning up to kiss his jaw.
After a few moments of silence, I look up at him. “How’d the visit go with your brother?”
His hand trails up my shoulder. “Good. Really good. I love those kids.”
I smile. “Carter said Bennett had the time of his life.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “He’s going to be bragging to everyone on his team. I can see it now. Good kid? Yes. Modest? Not his strong suit.”
I laugh, nuzzling in closer when he starts making bigger sweeps up my body with his palm. “How was Kane?”
“Good. It was…a lot. I’m not going to lie, I was overwhelmed,” he admits. “But it was the first step toward…something. I don’t know. I loved hanging out with him again. I didn’t realize I missed him until I realized how badly I missed him, you know?”
“I can only imagine,” I say quietly.
“He’s a great dad. His kids are good kids. I’m pissed that we’ve been this distant for so long,” he says quietly, kissing my head again. “But onward and upward, I suppose. We’ll get there. One day at a time.”
“I’m happy for you,” I tell him, leaning back. His eyes dart down to mine, and I glance at his mouth and purse my lips, which he knows is a request. He bends forward to kiss me, slow and sweet.
“Thanks for being so good to me,” he says quietly, hand going to my jaw. He angles my head back. “It’s helped. Quieted all the doubt in my head. I feel better than I have in a long, long time, and it’s completely because of you.”
I smile gently, feeling that tug in my chest. “Thanks for trusting me.”
“I do trust you,” he admits, eyes searching mine. “I’m happy to have you in my life.”
I swallow. Me too.
“You’re remarkable,” he says, leaning down to kiss my jaw. My eyes slide shut. “Beautiful.” My collarbone then. “Strong.” A little further. “Smart.” A kiss to my shoulder. “Tough.”
“Boston,” I whisper.
He pulls back, eyes studying mine. “You are indescribable, sweetheart. They write songs about women like you.”
I swallow the knot in my throat, sliding my hand to his cheek. I trace his lips with my thumb, a strange and deep ache taking over.
It’s a landslide, but I hadn’t felt or recognized the shift under my feet. I was unaware, too caught up in my own bliss to notice it. But now, standing at the top of the cliff, the avalanche is coming and there is no outrunning it. I feel it.
That’s the moment. That’s when I know.
I’m staring at the ground instead of snow barrelling toward me. I’m soaring then, the wind is pulling at my face, stealing my breath in a violent sort of way. I don’t bother reaching for my parachute. I know it’s not there. I never put one on. It’s just me and the rapidly approaching ground, and I don’t want to be in this room when I crash right into it. The snow is going to bury me alive anyway.
It’s at that very moment that I panic.
My hand falls from his face.
“I have to go,” I say quickly, jumping up from the bed.
