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"You have all this business savvy, right?" I asked her, and she nodded.
"Yes, but I don’t think it’s going to help much with your line of work..."
"Maybe not what I was doing before, but now—now, it’s different," I replied. "Now I’m doing something you could actually help with, something I could use your consultation on. I could hire you—as my business advisor, you know, as I move into a more legit line of work."
She laughed as though she didn’t quite believe me.
"You would really do that?" She asked me, biting down on her lip doubtfully.
I nodded. "Of course, I would. I trust you, Thea. Completely. And I know your mother was involved in so much good in this city, I want you to be able to do the same thing. I want you to be able to set the same example for our child one day."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she glanced away from me, shaking her head.
"Ugh, sorry, I’m just so emotional lately," she mumbled, dabbing at her eyes quickly. I caught her hand.
"It’s okay, Thea," I promised her. "I like your emotion. You know I do. I want all of it. The good, the bad, the difficult, everything in between—I want it, every part of it."
She looked as though she had let out a long breath when I said that—as though it was what she had been waiting for me to come out with in the first place. She smiled and reached up to cup my face in her hand.
"You know, I think I’d like that," she replied after a long pause. "I’d like to work with you. I want to make a difference in this city, and I know...with all your influence, it’s going to be a hell of a lot easier with you by my side."
"Exactly," I agreed, and I turned to plant a kiss at the center of her palm. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t sure if now was the right time to say them. I wasn’t sure if I was pushing for too much, too soon, or if I dared to say what was really going through my head.
But when I looked back at her, I could see it written all over her face, the same way it was written all over my heart. Everything I had tried to push down was getting the better of me, rising up inside of me, so I couldn’t ignore it for another moment.
"I love you, Thea," I murmured, watching as her eyes widened with shock—but instead of getting to her feet and making an excuse to get the hell out of there, she smiled, her face softening.
"I love you, too," she told me, and her voice quivered as she said it—but I knew she meant it. The way she looked at me when she spoke, she couldn’t have invented that, couldn’t have acted it, no matter how hard she had tried. That was real.
And I wanted to take it with both hands and never let it go.
I leaned in to kiss her then, our lips coming together at last, the same way they had all those weeks ago when she had been on this couch with me for the first time. But this time, it was so different, so different it almost felt like the two of us were in another reality entirely. This wasn’t about lust. This was about love, about the need we had for each other and the adoration we felt for each other and the future we seemed to be carving out with one another, once and for all, finding that in each other even when it seemed impossible. She was the one for me, I knew that—she made me want to be the best version of myself I could be, and I couldn’t imagine anything more important in a relationship than that.
She moaned against my lips, and I parted hers with my tongue and pushed it deep inside her, tasting her, loving the way she felt against me. She wound her arms around me as she drew me down on top of her, and I was careful as I moved, not wanting to put too much pressure on her or hurt her. She seemed so delicate to me now, so breakable, and what we had, I would have done anything I could to protect.
"You don’t have to be so careful with me," she teased, her voice breathy in my ear as she moved her hands up my back to pull me onto her properly.
"You’re sure?" I asked her, and she kissed me again, raking her nails down my back.
"I’m sure," she assured me. And that was all the promise I needed.
I undressed her slowly, taking my time as I exposed her. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. Even now, even after all the times we had done this, I couldn’t get enough of her. It was like an addiction, like something I could never have broken if I wanted to. That first day I’d seen her, some part of me had known—some part of me had been sure, even all those months ago, that she was the person I wanted, the one I needed.
"I need to feel you inside me," she breathed as she arched her back on the couch and pressed her supple body against mine. She was naked, and I was still fully clothed, and something about the feel of my clothes between us was almost unbearable. I couldn’t stand not having her right then and there, not making her mine in every possible way.
She reached down, brushing her fingers over my bulge, over the hardness of my cock. Just the feel of her touch there made me groan, and I kissed her again, letting my teeth catch on her lip for a moment. She groaned, and I could feel the want pulsing through her, coming off her in waves like she was starving and couldn’t hold off any longer.
"Please," she moaned again. The sound of the want in her voice turned me on more than anything else, and I couldn’t bear to hold back any longer. I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock into my hand, and she tugged her knees back so she could expose herself to me. I didn’t need any more invitation. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, I pushed myself inside of her, and both of us let out these deep groans of pleasure as we fell together again the way we needed to.
"Oh, my God, you feel perfect," she moaned, turning her head so she could kiss me on the lips. I kissed her back, our tongues dancing against each other, her mouth moving against mine as though she was starved for me. I pushed myself into her, moving deep, filling her all the way to the hilt with my cock, and holding myself there for a long moment.
It felt different from how it had before. Different from the feelings I’d had in the past. Of course, it had always been hot with her, but now—now there was something else there, something else entirely. Something profound and wanting, but something satisfying and comforting, too. As though this was where I belonged, as though, after all this time, I was finally where I needed to be.
She hooked her legs around me to pull me in even deeper, and the two of us moved against each other, slowly, surely, feeling ourselves together, feeling the passion begin to envelop us. We had hidden from this for so long, but now we could finally be honest about it, honest about what we wanted and needed from one another.
I kissed her as I moved inside of her, taking her in long, slow strokes, feeling the warmth and wetness of her around me as I went. I couldn’t hold back for long. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to tip over the edge and into my release, and I was sure she could feel it, too. I could sense it in the way her body tensed against mine, her muscles growing rigid, and her breath starting to come faster and harder than it had before.
I moved at a steady pace, not changing, not shifting, as I listened to her inch closer and closer toward her relief. I needed her to come for me. I needed to feel that moment where she gave in, and the two of us could just get lost in the pleasure once more. I kissed down her cheek, along her neck, feeling the throb of her veins beneath her skin. The blood was pulsing inside my head. The pleasure was building deep down inside of me, growing fast, until I could feel it tingling in the tips of my fingers, every nerve-ending in my body lit up with the sheer intensity of it.
