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“I’m not good enough for you—”
“No!”
“Then for fuck’s sake, be with me.” He stared me down, breathing hard, his eyes wide with anger.
I ran out of reasons. I ran out of excuses. He’d broken through all the barriers that protected my heart. “Okay…”
The moment his mouth was on mine, I was taken to a different place.
It was familiar. Warm. Inviting. Safe.
His big hand cupped my entire neck as he kissed me, his strong mouth devouring mine with romantic aggression. His hand squeezed my ass just the way he used to, and he didn’t hesitate when he had more to grab.
My hand cupped his hard cheek, feeling the harsh prickle of his jawline. When my lips parted, he breathed new life into me. He filled my lungs with love, with desire. When we were reunited, our spark kindled and we burst into flame, burning away all the heartache that had happened between us.
When my hand glided up his shirt to feel his bare skin, he yanked the garment over his head and tossed it aside. Only asingle second passed before our lips were locked again. His hand gripped my cheeks harder as he guided me back toward the bed.
The clothes dropped quickly. His clothes and boots were in a pile, and my jeans and socks sat right on top. His hands slid underneath my sweater and started to remove it.
My hands steadied his automatically.
His eyes locked on mine.
I wasn’t sure why I did it. Insecurity. Fear. “I’m not the way you remember…”
His confident eyes burned into mine without hesitation. Then he moved his hand to his torso, to the hideous scar that blemished his beautiful body. “Neither am I, sweetheart.” His hand went back underneath my sweater, and he pulled it over my head. He took the shirt underneath with it, revealing my naked body, my slightly bigger tits.
Now I was on display—and I was scared.
He looked down at me, looking at the body that had already changed in subtle ways. My stomach was a little bit distended, easy to hide in clothes but not easy to hide in my bare skin. Fully naked, I knew every difference was obvious. I’d accepted the changes in my body, the ones that would come in the future, but I knew it was different for him. All these changes were warnings—warnings of the baby to come.
His big hand pressed to my stomach, his longer fingers spanning the entire area, his thumb reaching the valley between my tits. He left it there, like he expected a heartbeat or a kick. Then his eyes lifted to mine, the smolder deep in his gaze, like he wanted me and wanted me now.
He placed me on the bed and moved on top of me.
My heart raced with excitement because I’d imagined this moment in the privacy of my home, my fingers deep inside my panties, the lights off so no one could see my indiscretion from the building across the street.
He positioned one of my thighs against his chest as he bent me underneath him. He drew closer and locked his eyes on me as he guided himself to my entrance.
I was so hot. So desperate. So ready to feel this man inside me once more.
I felt him give a gentle push against me. Then another. On the third try, he slid inside, sheathed by the wetness that was so plentiful it was almost embarrassing. He sank all the way inside, burrowing into me like a bear about to hibernate for the winter. A little moan escaped his sexy mouth, and he looked at me with raw possession.
It felt so good, and nothing had happened yet.
He started to move, started to rock nice and slow, to take a moment for us to enjoy how well our slick bodies fit together. His breaths grew short and shallow instantly, and I writhed as my sharp nails scratched at his skin.
He struggled to make love the way he did before, because he hit his threshold in record time. He had to pause before he could go again, just because it felt that damn good.
I was so turned on by this man that I didn’t need much to come. Just having him inside me, having him in my body and my heart, was enough to make me slip away. My hand cupped his face as I felt my body tighten into a long, drawn-out explosion. “I loveyou…” I was on fire. I was tight. I was free. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I rocked into him as the most exquisite pleasure overtook my body.
He watched me come, giving me quicker strokes to make me finish on a high. He breathed hard as he struggled, but he was determined to please me before himself. He watched the production as he rocked into me harder, waiting for the tears to slide down my cheeks before he finished himself. “I love you.”
There was no talking for the rest of the evening. We rested beside each other, his hand on my stomach, and then we started up again. I was on top, straddling him as he leaned against the headboard, and then he took me from behind, his hand fisting my hair like a lasso. We were back in time, fucking in a hotel room, living in the moment because there was no future.
Except we did have a future. A long one.
I fell asleep beside him, and when I opened my eyes, he wasn’t there.
