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He was deserving of the kind of life he wanted for himself and of a love that was not in spite of but because of. An in sickness and in health kind of love. A life that was full and worth more than anything that could be measured.
And last night was one more example of how he was still learning that lesson. Because after Sam had settled in his arms back in his bed and smiled up at him, laying her hand on his residual limb, they lounged together in easy quiet. Although he wished their time together never had to end, and he knew it would hurt when she left, it was worth it.
Any second with her was worth it.
“Samantha, wake up,” he said, checking his phone for the time. It was almost eight in the morning. “We have to get up.”
She breathed deeply, turning over to face him, and he couldn’t help himself by kissing the corner of her mouth. She was sweet all the time but especially in the morning, tousled and warm. Recalling their conversation from the ice cream shop, he ducked under the covers, kissing a line down her belly until she woke up.
“Mikey?” Her voice was groggy, and he had to laugh at the nickname. He didn’t hate it, but that’s what everyone called him when he was a kid. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a man, and she was certainly a grown woman.
“I’m here.” He spread his palms over her hips, gently holding her down to kiss the creases of her thighs and warm skin between them.
She moaned, wiggling under his hands. “Good morning.”
He licked into her, now knowing how she liked to be teased with the tip of his tongue against her slit until she couldn’t stand it anymore, her legs pressing against his ears. “You have to be quiet,” he said, reaching one arm up to her breast, rolling her nipple. “Or I’ll have to stop.”
Her legs immediately dropped to the mattress, though the tension thrumming through her body continued, and he used it to his advantage, stroking with his tongue and playing with her nipple until she came against his mouth, shuddering silently. Moving back up, he let the sheet drop and licked up her throat to her ear. “Good girl.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he wound her hair around his finger. “My favorite treat in the morning.” He nipped at her jaw. “Sweet and juicy.”
She shivered beneath him. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll never leave this bed.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“Michael, I need you to empty the dishwasher and mow the lawn today!” Lucille called down the stairs. His parents were good about giving him space, never coming down without being invited, but they also expected him to pull his weight, do chores like he did as a teenager. And, of course, always interrupted him at theworstof times.
“Got it, Mom!”
“See you after work!”
Samantha snorted a laugh against his chest, and he silenced her with a kiss.
“I don’t know,” she said when he finally let her up for air. “I guess it’s kind of like role-playing, right? Two kids sneaking around behind their parents’ backs.”
“No.” He gave her one stiff shake of his head. “We are absolutely not playing that game.”
She grinned like the Cheshire cat, winding her arms around his neck. “But you will playagame?”
“When I know we won’t be interrupted by pizza rolls, kids getting high, and house chores. Now, come on. Time to get up.” He patted her side before rolling off her to put his prosthetic on, but he got sidetracked as she grabbed her clothes from the floor, unabashedly getting dressed in front of him.
With her bra and underwear back on, she dragged her T-shirt over her head and stepped into her navy leggings. Fully dressed, she tilted her head to the side. “What?”
“Nothing.”
She approached him slowly, dragging her fingers over his shoulders. “You’re staring again.”
“I told you. I can’t help it.”
“It’s creepy.”
“You don’t mind when Edward Cullen does it.”
She combed her fingers through his hair. “I thought we agreed that particular detail was creepy.” She tugged at the roots. “Don’t smile like that. I can’t be properly grossed out by your leering.”
He grinned wider, pulling her into him between his open legs, and kissed her stomach through the cotton of her shirt. “Thanks.”
“You’re thanking me?” She puffed out her cheeks. “As if I did you some big favor.” She almost sounded offended as she forced him to look at her with her hand on his jaw. “I have dreamed of this since I was thirteen.” When he lifted one eyebrow, she backtracked. “Well, I didn’t exactly know what oral sex was back then, but yeah.” She giggled, and the sound lodged in his chest. He didn’t want to let her go but forced himself to after a few more strokes of his hands over the backs of her thighs and kisses underneath her shirt.
