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I pull her down beneath me, groaning at the softness of her skin against mine. Our eyes meet and something happens, deep in my chest.
Something that makes me want to wrap my arms around her more than get inside her. That makes me want her laugh as much as to hear her panting my name. Christ, it’s almost painful how much Iwant.
She searches my eyes, and the smallest hint of a furrow digs between hers. “Same page… right?”
I blink, shake my head again, and then let out a short laugh.
Same page.
“Gorgeous?” I roll my hips into where she’s soft and open to me. Vulnerable and trusting. “I’m going to divorce youso fucking hard.”
And that half laugh, half gasp— why does that feel so right?
I want more. I want all of her heat and laughter, all of her breathless sighs. I want those bleary-eyed morning smiles and the soft looks when she asks me how my flight was.
I want her dirty video calls on the road and the bored looks when she’s deciding between yogurt or an apple for a snack.
I want it all… for the next two years. Because anything longer than that would put us on a different page, and we promised.
I drop my face into the crook of her neck, drawing in the sweet scent of her before rumbling more— “It’s going to be adeeplyamicable parting.”
Her hands are between us. Shaking, she fumbles my belt and fly. “Sodeep.”
I smile into her skin. I want to take my time with her, but she’s already breathless, her heels pushing at my jeans as she frees me.
“More,” she whispers as I reach between us. That sexy red lace is fucking soaked. I slip a finger beneath the panel that covers the place where I need to be.
I tug it aside, and she lines us up so my head notches at her opening. Fuck. This is my favorite part.
That moment when I’m nearly there.
That beat when our eyes meet, and she tells me without words she wants me. Needs me.
I don’t ever remember that with another woman.
But with Stormy—
“Liam. Please.”
Anything.
I start to sink in, feeling the slick hug of her pussy taking me inch by inch, the clench and spasm of her body stretching around mine.
Heaven.
I give her all that I have, groaning when her lips part on that first sweet arrested breath, at the feel of her body’s resistance when we’re connected as completely as two people can be.
Her eyes flutter, and she drags her leg higher up my side. Ready.
I issue another reminder to us both as I draw back through that tight connection. “Our divorce is going to be so good.” I thrust back in. Rock against the spot where we meet.
“Yes. Right there.”
“It’ll go through so fast, the bill won’t cover a night at the movies for our lawyers’ kids.”
“Faster,” she begs, and I give it to her, driving hard, again and again.
She’s pulsing around me, her body wound tight.
