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“I’m not used to letting people do things for me.” Her hand drops from my face, but I pick it back up and kiss each of her knuckles.
“Sometimes it’s okay to let people take care of you. Especially those who…” I purposely don’t finish and hope she doesn’t ask me to. I’m sure she won’t, because we’ve been playing this stupid game like we don’t see our relationship evolving.
She nods and sets the smoothie next to the power bowl. “I know that now.”
“I’m here for you.” I hope she hears the conviction of my words.
One hand grips the front of my shirt and pulls me toward her. Our lips meet, and though I plan to keep the kiss somewhat chaste, she has other ideas. Her tongue glides along the seam of my lips and I open to her, tasting the mint of her toothpaste mixed with the berries from the smoothie.
I push a hand into her hair and deepen the kiss. It’s been too many days since I’ve been able to show my affection for her physically, and it isn’t until this moment that I realize how desperate I am for her.
She slowly slides down until she’s lying on her back, and I arrange myself over her, spreading her open with a push of my thigh. Our kiss is slow and sensual as if we have all the time in the world. I just want to enjoy her, enjoy us with no rush.
My hand glides over the T-shirt she’s wearing, and I thumb her nipple through the fabric. Her hand moves into my hair and tugs in response. My palm slides up and down her body, exploring her over her clothes and showing her we’re taking this slow today.
Her soft, warm hands run under the hem of my Henley, tugging until I help her pull it up over my head. Then I do the same, disposing of her T-shirt. My lips trail a path back to her lips and we kiss with our chests pressed together, our hearts beating in sync.
I trail my tongue along her collarbone, casting kisses on her fresh skin until I reach her nipple and pull it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the turgid peak until she cries out. I make a meal of her other breast, then work my way up back to her lips.
She unbuttons my pants, pushing them down my legs. I get up just to dispose of them and my boxer briefs in one swoop. My socks join the pile of clothes. I stand at the side of the bed, watching her pull down her own pants, leaving her bare for me. She’s so gorgeous.
I kneel on the mattress, returning to my spot above her. She welcomes me with outstretched arms. I hover over her and get lost in her eyes.
Neither one of us has to convey that there’s something different this time. Before we’d fuck. Sometimes the sex would be hard and fast, other times it would be fun and adventurous. This… this is something different altogether.
There’s a weighted feeling to the energy in the room. We’re making love. I’ve only ever done this once before in my life and it was with her.
I hold her gaze and slowly sink into her depths. My eyes are locked with her aqua ones as I bottom out inside her. A puff of breath leaves her lips and I breathe it in. I want every part of this woman that she’ll offer me.
Keeping the pace slow, I glide in and out of her warmth, scanning her face for any sign that she feels the shift the way I do.
When a flash of fear bolts in her eyes, followed by a pooling of water in the corners, I’m reassured she’s with me. She is right along with me as we slide over that line of hookup only.
I pick up the pace, unable to continue slowly, our breathing labored. I allow my weight to rest on her and bring my lips to hers, her lips meeting mine first. Our tongues mix in desperation and overwhelming joy.
The tide of pleasure rolls over us and I’m desperate to watch this woman fall over that crest of her orgasm. I slide my hand between us and strum a lazy rhythm against her clit.
She sucks in a breath and her eyebrows arch, creasing the skin at the bridge of her nose. Her plump lips drop open and her back arches off the mattress as she tenses and explodes in waves of pleasure. Her eyes fall closed and a small cry leaves her lips.
After her orgasm has subsided, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into her so my face is pressed against her neck. “Oh, Lee.”
I empty myself inside her. An outpouring of love, not just a result of my physical satisfaction.
We lie there pressed against each other, neither of us moving or wanting to pull away.
As I grow soft inside her, I realize the time has come. The two of us can no longer run from the truth.
Thirty-Two
Shayna
After Lee comes, I’m quiet for long moments, unsure what to say. I’ve never felt as connected to someone as I did right then when we made love. I could lie to myself and pretend it wasn’t love, but what’s the point? There’s obviously something different between us, and Lee isn’t the type of man who ignores things.
Whereas I’m sometimes content to pretend uncomfortable situations aren’t going on around me, Lee is the kind of man who faces them head-on and deals with them out in the open. Maybe in college he wasn’t, but he is now.
He rolls off me and, without saying a word, goes into the bathroom. He returns with a wet cloth and passes it to me so that I can clean up. When I finish, he takes the cloth and tosses it in my dirty clothes hamper before sliding back into bed with me.
“So, are we going to pretend?” Lee’s voice is low and serious.
