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I ride him faster, earning a sound between a moan and a gasp. My breasts tighten, his fingers keeping their pace on the bud of my clit as that wave crests again—
‘Cum for me, baby,’ he whispers.
‘I love you,’ I gasp, as release hits me again. This time I don’t suppress my cry.
Chase clamps a hand over my mouth. ‘Shhh.’ But as if my words struck something in him, he pulses inside me, his breath coming fast, his thrusts deepening, my arse slapping into him—
He swears as he cums. He squeezes my breast as his body jerks and shudders and trembles.
When he stills, he gathers me against him, the only sound our ragged breaths.
‘You’ve no idea how many times I imagined doing that,’ he breathes, kissing my shoulder.
‘I’m sure it was so much better in your head.’
‘No.’ He almost sounds offended. ‘Never. You’re here and real and beautiful. It doesn’t get much better than this.’
‘Okay. Now I want a refund.’
He makes a strangled noise.
But I smile. I can’t stop. My heart feels so full it’s near-bursting. Exploding with love.
Sometimes, it takes knowing what love isn’t to know what it is.
And this is it.
‘I never stopped thinking about you,’ he admits. ‘Not for a day.'
‘I never stopped thinking about you, either.’ I smirk as I add, ‘I thought about you a lot the other day. In the shower. With the water stream.’
I feel him grow hard inside me. I laugh, and it’s like the sound unhinges him again.
He growls into my ear, ‘Hold on to the headboard, Tess.’
EPILOGUE
Scars
THREE MONTHS LATER
The bell chimes as I enter the coffee shop.
I shake off the umbrella through the open door before turning to glance around the quaint building. It’s a cute little place nestled on a street corner, but from its bland exterior, I would never have envisioned the stone fireplaces and the literal motorbike hanging from the ceiling.
How is it that when I used to live in London I never even heard of this place?
I’ll be sure to let Emmy know of it.
I catch sight of the blond head at a table in the corner next to the window, and I wonder, for the tenth time this hour, why the hell I agreed to this.
I received his text last week, but Chase and I were too busy fucking in the shower to notice. I read the text after, feeling my smile collapse.
Can we talk??it said.
Chase wasn’t angry. He just kissed my shoulder and told me whatever I decided, he’d be there. I hate how I left things with him. I was still hurt and wounded and broken, and he probably needed my comfort. I doubt he had anyone to turn to.
And as much as I hate him, he’ll always be a big part of my past. Chase knows that, too.
