“How’s that a contradiction?”
“Because when you finally let yourself feel, you feel hard. You’re intense.”
I don’t say anything because how am I supposed to say anything to it when she’s fucking right?
It’s been a couple of days since we came up here. I’m sitting in the office, as I hang up the phone with Axe. A light tap comes on the door as I look up. Her eyes give her away that she’s just waking up.
“Where’s everyone at?”
“They all just headed back down.”
She nods her head, walking across the room and leaning against the desk.
“Oh. When are we…”
“As soon as you’re ready.”
She nods her head, but I can tell that there’s more she wants to say.
“Yes.” I nod my head, looking over at her.
“What?”
“Yes, it’s safe for everyone, including you. They raided the compound yesterday, but we had already scrubbed everything. They found nothing.” I laugh. “He can try all he wants, but there’s nothing he can pin on me.”
“You say that now.” She mumbles and I pull her over to me, forcing her to stand in between my knees as I cage her into the desk, looking up at her.
“Whatever he tries to do. It’ll be worth it.”
“If you’re in prison?”
“Worth it.” I reach over, grabbing her hand. But I see her expression and know that she thinks I’m full of it. “Knowing that you’re safe, and not with that piece of shit. Baby, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll take whatever obstacles come with that.” I pull her into me, kissing her and pulling away, as I start again, close enough that I know my breath is tickling her lips. “Go get everything packed. I’ll be right there.” I see a slight smirk spread out this time, and I feel like I’ve done something fucking right in my life.
Closing out of what I’m working on, I walk back towards my room and open the door. My mouth falling open as I push into the room.
“Wha—What are you doing?” I stumble over my words as I look at her, lying on the bed, completely naked.
“I was waiting for you.” She smiles up at me, pushing herself off of the bed and walking over to where I’m standing, my mouth still hanging open.
“I thought—”
“Shh,” she whispers as she comes up to me, her hands coming up to my belt. “Stop talking. Stop thinking. I’ve wanted to fuck you again since the day I got married. It’s taken so much willpower to go this long, with you in the same bed.”
I let her pull my belt open as she continues to talk. Pulling me forward by my waistband until she’s sitting down on the bed, pulling my jeans down with her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I should be fine.”
“I don’t want you feeling bad about it.”
“I’ll be fine. And I need this.” Her fingers hook around my boxers. I guess she can sense my hesitation still when she looks up at me through her lashes, she says. “I need you, Zane. I need you to fuck me. Neither one of us has ever been a mistake for the other, so why should I feel bad? You’ve always got me.”
Ripping my shirt up over my head, I lean in, slamming my mouth to hers, and pushing her backwards on the bed. Wrapping one arm around her torso, I move her up the bed with me before I break our kiss, looking down at her. Already so hard that I know it’s only going to take one thrust before I’m filling her up.
“Are you sure?” I ask her once more, just to make sure. She nods her head, smiling. “Okay, tell me if it hurts.” I whisper as I line myself up with her and sink inside.
We moan out in unison as I do.
