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“What’s that?”
“Let’s go away and do a total reset. Relax into this new stage and each other properly without any outside noise.”
“I can’t.” He turns back to his pancake duties. “I have responsibilities here.”
“I’ll get Chloe to visit your dad every day to check on him.”
A frown flashes across his face as his eyes flick to me. “How do you . . .”
“I work a second job at the nursing home. I’ve met your father. He’s a lovely man.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me this?” he snaps.
“Henley, you haven’t spoken to me in six weeks,” I fire back. “When have I had the chance to tell you?”
He rolls his lips and thankfully holds his tongue because he knows I’m right.
He snakes his hand in under my bathrobe to hold my behind, and I look up at him. “Can we go away?” I whisper. “Just the two of us?”
“I . . .”
“You need a break,” I tell him. “You’ve never been away since your dad has been sick.”
“He needs me.”
“What he needs is for you to be happy and relaxed.”
He drags his hands through his hair as if conflicted.
“We could go somewhere hot—sun, sand, and the ocean.” I smile hopefully.
“Well, what about Barry?” he replies.
I smile, realizing he is close to giving in. “Chloe can watch Barry. She can come and stay with him. He loves her. We want to start again, and this could be the perfect opportunity to leave all our crap in the past.”
His eyes hold mine, and I know that he thinks it’s a good idea too. “I’ll think about it.”
“Okay.” I kiss him softly, my lips lingering over his. As we kiss his eyes close, too, and I know he feels every bit as lost to this as I am. And it’s there again, the crazy chemistry we have. It takes me over every time we’re alone.
“My body ached for you,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re all I could think about.” Our kiss deepens. He turns off the griddle and sits down on a chair and pulls me over his lap. He begins to rock me over his body as we kiss.
“Let’s go back to bed,” he breathes.
“We have to eat.”
“We have to fuck,” he whispers. “I can’t get close enough to you.” He kisses me again. “I need more.”
Oh . . .
“How did I ever think I could live without this?” I murmur against his lips as he rocks me onto his body. He pulls himself out of his pajama pants and positions himself at my entrance and slowly slides in.
“Mm,” he moans softly as he grabs my hair in his hands, pulling me down onto him harder. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.”
An earth-moving shudder runs between us. Face to face, we stare at each other.
Rocking, kissing, aching for each other in a way that nobody else could understand.
Primal and urgent.
