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I step inside my bedroom, the bed straightened because he was the last one in it this morning. Had I been the last one to get out, I’m sure it would have stayed in a tangled mess all day.
At the same time that I drop the bag containing the clippers I need to oil, I hear the bedroom door close. The lock being flipped into place echoes around the room like a gunshot.
“Mila,” he whispers a second before I feel the warmth of him at my back.
His lips fall to my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him all the access he could ever want.
His hand splays on my lower abdomen, and I cover it with my own, our fingers intertwining.
This is very reminiscent of the other morning, only now there isn’t a toddler in a crib nor two little boys with us in the room.
And for that I’m glad, because as much as I was relieved for Sutton to call out to me the other morning, there’s nothing I want more than to spend a little time getting lost in this man.
Chapter 29
Stormy
Her skin has to be the softest thing I’ve ever brushed my fingers over. I almost want to apologize because my own skin is rough and more than likely abrasive on her flesh. Then I remember how rough she liked it the last time we were given an opportunity like this.
Somehow this feels different. I want to disrespect her body but also only in the most respectful way.
I run my nose up the line of her throat, taking in her scent and doing my best to commit it to memory. I feel like a feral animal, wanting to rip at her clothes and rut into her. It takes everything in me not to do just that because I also want it to last.
I told her I wanted to give us a try, but I meant more than just this. As much as I want her body, I also don’t think I’ll be satisfied until I have her heart as well. Not knowing exactly what she wants makes me nervous. If I treat her one way when she expects or wants something different, I could damage what I’m trying to build here.
I turn her in my arms, pressing my fingers to her lips when she lifts up on her toes to press her mouth to mine.
“We need to talk first,” I whisper, my hips rolling against hers. I’m trying to maintain control that is quickly slipping out of my grasp.
Her face falls.
“What’s that look for?”
She swallows, shaking her head in a bid to refuse to answer.
“Don’t do that, Mila. Don’t pull away from me.”
“Are you about to tell me that this is just sex, that you won’t call me tomorrow no matter how good it is?”
I open my mouth to argue, but she’s only repeating verbatim what I told her three years ago.
“That’s not us any longer.”
“Then why the hesitation?” Her eyes search mine, and I can tell just how tentative her hope is.
“I don’t know if you want me to fuck you hard or soft.”
A slow smile spreads across her face.
“Yes.”
I huff a laugh, my right hand urging her head back so I can nip at her neck.
“A little of both?”
“If they’re both on the menu,” she whispers, her voice sounding strained.
I take a step back, my thick cock straining in my jeans when I break all contact with her.
