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“Really?” I ask, trying to remind myself not to get my hopes up.
“Yes, really.” He tightens his hold on the steering wheel and shuffles around in his seat, like he’s restless to get out and start making it up to me right now. “I’m so sorry for what I did, Gracie. After you closed the door, I realized just how much my life was wrapped up in work. I never want to make you feel that way again and I knew that I needed to make changes. I’m sure that it will take time for you to trust me again and see that I mean it, but I’m willing to prove it to you over and over again. I love you, Tinker Bell.”
He parks outside of his house and I sit there motionless as he climbs out, rounds the hood and pulls me out of the car. I miss him so much I ache, but I can’t quite believe this is happening. Ken cups my face and kisses my forehead before lifting me up in his arms. I don’t want to admit it to him, but I love the way he cradles me against his chest.
When we’re inside, he sets me down on my feet and runs his hands through his hair before rubbing them down his face. For the first time, I see how truly exhausted he is. I thought I’d seen him worn out before, but this is a different kind of exhaustion. It’s soul deep, and I want nothing more than to hold him. I can’t help it. I want to forgive him and start healing together.
“I’m sorry, Gracie,” he rasps. “I never want to hurt you, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did. You mean everything to me. You showed me just how much I was missing and now I can’t go back to living without your sweetness in my life. I want your bright flowers and even brighter smiles. Hell, I need them. I need all of you, beautiful pixie. Will you give me a chance to make it up to you and to prove that I can be the man you need? The man you deserve?”
I stare into his eyes, amazed at the level of love and hope that I can see swirling in the chocolate depths. Tears well up in his eyes, cracking my heart in two and breaking down every one of my defenses.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you, too. I love you, Ken.”
“You do?” he asks in shock, almost like he never thought he would hear those words from me. I nod, feeling their truth settle between us. I love Ken and he loves me.
“Say it again,” he demands, his forehead resting against mine.
“I love you, Ken Coleman.”
“Thank god. I love you so much, Gracie. Can I show you how much?”
I nod, and Ken closes the distance between us, kissing me softly, taking his time to taste me and explore my mouth. It’s so sweet and tender I feel like I might break down into tears for the millionth time today.
“Please…” I whimper, pressing my body against his and trailing my hands up his chest.
“I’ve got you, sweet girl. I know what you need,” he murmurs. Ken gives me one last kiss and then lifts me up in his arms once again, carrying me toward the bathroom.
As soon as he sets me down, Ken turns the water on in the massive, luxurious shower. Water pours out from a rainfall showerhead, and he turns back to me, quickly getting rid of his clothes.
“What are you thinking about?” Ken asks from behind me as he strips me of my shirt and unclasps my bra. He trails his fingers up my back, pushing the straps down my shoulders and kissing me there.
He helps me into the shower once we’re both naked and positions me right in the middle of the water stream. I close my eyes and let the hot water trickle over my skin. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips.
His fingertips follow the streams of water as they pour over my shoulders, my breasts, my torso, my hips, and finally my throbbing pussy. I moan as his knuckles barely graze my mound before continuing down my inner thighs.
Ken’s other hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a punishing kiss. I open up for him, needing to taste and touch and feel him everywhere. He tugs my hair, pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. I feel two fingers dip into my slit and start circling my little bundle of nerves in slow, steady strokes.
I grip his biceps, digging my nails in as one finger pushes into my entrance, then two. Ken thrusts his large digits in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster, faster, faster, grinding the heel of his hand down on my clit all while devouring my lips.
Breaking the kiss, I bury my face between his neck and shoulder as I cry out. I’mrightthere, so close to my much-needed release. He keeps pumping his fingers, twisting and curling them up to rub against my G-spot. Again, again, one more time…
Suddenly, his hand is gone. I nearly fall over at the loss of him, but I regain my composure and glare right at his stupidly handsome face. Ken just grins, which makes my pussy clench.
“Not yet, Tinker Bell. Patience.”
With that, he spins me around, my back to his front, and starts massaging me everywhere. His large, calloused hands squeezing my breasts, my hips, my soft, round belly that I’ve always been a little self-conscious of. Ken has made it clear that he loves every inch of me.
His hands trail lower, once again teasing my pussy lips. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, begging him to do something about the unbearable ache he’s created.
“Ken…” I moan, wiggling my hips in an attempt to get him to touch me where I need him most.
“Not yet,” he murmurs again, licking the shell of my ear before trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder.
I feel his hard cock dig into my ass, so I wiggle a bit more until I feel his length nestle between my cheeks. Ken groans and rotates his hips, grinding his thick shaft against my ass.
“God, please, Ken,” I beg. My legs start shaking, and I have to lean forward and brace myself against the wall.
A low growl rises up from deep in Ken’s chest, the sound vibrating through me, nearly making me come on the spot. He grips my left leg just under my knee and lifts it so my foot is resting on a bench in the corner of the shower I didn’t notice earlier.
