Page 35 of Never Too Late

This.

This is what was going to be the final blow.

The word baby said in that soft tone wrapped in velvet only he could have.

“Dreams of you, of us.” I swallowed hard before I said what I said next. “And dreams of a little girl with brown eyes that have a deep blue rim around its irises and she shrieks whenever she talks.”

“Sophie,” he grunted before his hand that he had on my doorframe shot out and tagged me behind my neck.

He yanked me to him so forcefully, my head jerked back and caused me to yelp.

It didn’t stop him though.

I suspect nothing in that moment would.

My body hit his, the palms of my hands trapped between us. I could feel his heartbeat beneath them.

“You dreamt of me? Of my girl?”

“Every second of my life since you shoved me out of yours,” I whispered, getting lost in the look he had.

The one that caused my knees to go weak.

The one that took my breath away.

He grunted once more, the sound coming deep from his gut, like someone sucker-punched him, and then I could see him no more.

He was kissing me. The sheer beauty of Dylan’s kiss was too much. It forced me to close my eyes. To shut out the world around us and to give in fully.

And it wasn’t a welcome back kiss, it wasn’t the first kiss that inevitably changed someone’s lives.

No.

This was a re-claiming kiss.

He didn’t need to do it, I hadn’t shed his claim ever.

But I was glad he did.

From the moment our lips touched, his tongue forced apart mine and he plunged it in my mouth, taking everything I had to give him.

I vaguely heard the door shut, I had no idea how we got to the couch since all I could feel was his tongue that did marvelous things playing with mine. His teeth nipped my lips. And his hands as they pulled my clothes off me.

I felt like I was floating.

My blood started to boil in my veins and if I didn’t get him soon, I was sure I would go up in flames.

“Dylan,” I panted, but I got no more out because his lips and tongue and teeth went back to mine.

His hands squeezed my ribcage, almost as if he was trying to get to my heart. Didn’t he know he held it in his hands already? That I gave it to him a long time ago?

His knees shoved between my legs the second he had me lying down on the couch, but I already spread them, and he fell through, hitting my sweet spot with his groin.

“Dylan, honey.” I was out of breath. I was out of practice, but I couldn’t get to him fast enough.

“Hush, baby,” he muttered, looking at me for only a second then going back to what he was doing. And that was getting me naked.

“I need you,” I whispered in his ear.