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“Are you okay?” I ask when faint mews drift from her throat. “Is this okay?”
Smiling dreamily, she says softly, “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t stop.”
She’s sweet, wet, and tight. She feels like home to my body and heart. It takes every molecule of willpower I can dredge up to not explode in her when she pulls me deeper into her, arches her back, and grinds her clit against my cock. I watch her eyes glaze over and drift closed. Her walls clench around me like a vise, and then she’s shuddering beneath me. Her beautiful face is illuminated blue by a sudden burst of lightning. Just as the thunder cracks and booms around us, I pull out. She’s right there, slipping her hand between us to wrap her fingers around my shaft as cum jets onto her stomach.
Feeling like I might pass out from euphoria, I lean down and kiss her like I’m a dying man, and she’s the only cure. She pushes my wet hair from my face and looks up at me dreamily. “That was amazing. My arms and legs are shaking,” she says with a little laugh. “And my toes are tingling.”
I smile, falling harder. “Mine too, sweetheart.”
Her voice is brimming with exhilaration. “The storm felt so perfect, didn’t it? I could feel the thunder vibrating through our bodies. And the coolness of the rain on our hot skin… I wish I could’ve taken a picture.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Everything was perfect. And the image of you looking so breathtakingly beautiful is burned in my mind forever. I don’t need a picture.”
Grabbing my shirt off the ground, I use it to wipe the mess off her stomach.
“You don’t have to do that,” she says. “It doesn’t bother me.”
Cupping her cheek, I pull her to me and kiss her, longer and more softly than before. I’m still waiting to wake up. Or to have her whisked away.
“I love you,” I tell her when I open my eyes and she’s still there. “So fucking much.”
She stares at me with a soft smile, then reaches up and strokes her thumb across my lips. Her voice is quiet. Careful. “Sometimes, you smile at me a certain way and I swear it makes my heart stop. I just have this urge to touch your mouth.” Her cheeks flush a beautiful pink. “I know it’s weird…I know you don’t like when I do it…” She trails off, blinking with uncertainty.
I swallow hard and kiss the tip of her finger. “It’s not weird,” I say hoarsely. “And I love it.”
I must have been destined to have women fall in love with my smile.
Or maybe I’m destined to be with one romantic soul who keeps finding me…
Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss the top of her head and hold her close. The storm has passed, leaving the night damp and muggy. Shadow rises from his spot under the tree and shakes his fur, flinging tiny droplets of water onto us. Our skin is sticky with sweat, cum, and rain.
I lower my head to whisper in her ear. “How ’bout a hot shower together and a movie in bed? I want you in my arms all night.”
She turns, excitement blazing in her eyes. “In your bed?”
“Or yours, if that makes you more comfortable.”
Any bed. Or floor. Or bed of rocks. I don’t care as long as I can fall asleep with her.
Staring at the sky, she says, “Do you remember that day when I was little and I wanted to sleep on your bed and live with you?”
I laugh and hug her tighter, remembering the day she cut her finger on the rose bushes. She wandered around my living room in awe, then ended up cuddling on my bed with Cherry, insisting she’d picked out the blanket she lay on—the same blanket that’s still there. I remember how she told me she didn’t want to leave.
I also remember how I really didn’t want her to leave.
“I do,” I finally say.
She trails her fingers up and down my arm. “I’ve always wanted to be close to you, to be here with you.” Tilting her head toward me, she says, “I’d love to sleep in your bed.”
I carried her to the house straight to the shower, where we soaped each other up with body wash that made us smell like a damn bakery. After, we climbed into my bed to watch a movie, but we didn’t make it past the opening credits before we were tangled up in each other under the blankets, whispering, kissing, and laughing.
As we drifted off together with her head on my chest, the past twenty-two years seemed to blur to the back of my mind like a bad dream.
Chapter 47
PENNY
Lily is moving out.
She told me two weeks ago—the day after she got engaged, to be exact. She’s moving in with Marcus, who has a cute little house across town with a beautiful, fenced-in backyard for Brian to play in. They’re going to buy a swing set and adopt a dog.
