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Her gaze electrifies my body, shoving me into Defcon level three, a military term for readiness. In the blink of an eye, her shorts vanish, leaving me to focus on her center. She’s soaked with arousal. My tongue glides through her folds swiftly again and again without reprieve. I have one mission: to make her come on my tongue.
In minutes, she’s holding my head firmly in place as her thighs squeeze my head tighter and tighter. She yells out as her nectar coats my tongue. I lick gently while she floats down. When she sags against the chair, my lips travel up her abdomen, kissing.
Up to her breasts, short, suctioning kisses.
To her neck, grazing.
To her lips. I rub my nose between her lips, wordlessly asking for entrance. She parts her lips, and she kisses me with those peach-stained lips she painted on for her video conference.
I stand up taking her with me. “I think I owe you,” I say before laying her naked body in her bed.
“Owe me what?” She lifts her eyebrows and smirks.
I pin her arms above her head. “A hard pounding. Don’t forget I know what you like. But first, you’re going to tell me about this tattoo, and depending on whether I like it, I’ll either suck it or we’ll have it removed.”
Her lashes flutter with mischief. She tugs on my jeans pulling me on top of her. “It’s a bouquet of flowers.”
“I know. But not your favorite unless it’s changed?” It’s so small I trace the small line and then tap the dots.
She takes her left hand and runs her fingers over it. She knows exactly where it is. “Forget-Me-Nots because I hoped you would never forget me.”
I kiss the small purple flowers. “Inconceivable. And what’s this one?
“It’s a Gladiolus that comes from the same Greek word as gladiator. But a fighter or sword. It’s…”
I look into her brilliant green eyes that aren’t covered with tears today. I watch the way her neck swallows her words. “Beckett. It’s a reminder of what killed us?”
She shakes her head. “It didn’t kill us—it wounded us, but we’re here.” Her hands roman over my chest, landing on my cheeks. Her words are shallow. “The peony represents healing. I want that for all of us. I hope Beckett is living his best life.”
“Me too, babe. Me too.” After peppering her with kisses. I ask, “What do the petals that have fallen off mean?”
Her arms wrap around my neck. “Every year since you left me.” For the first time today, a wet film covers her eyes. My heart squeezes knowing how much I hurt her by walking away without talking. “Every year on June thirteenth, I have to add another petal floating to the ground.”
Scanning her tattoo, I count eight petals. All this time, I thought she was the one that cut our life short, but it was me. I didn’t trust her enough to listen and believe. I didn’t go to her house or call her to scream my lungs out. My heart had never been shredded before, and all I could think of was how I had to make it through the night. I just finished packing, stayed awake for five more hours thinking about how they both betrayed me, then got up and went into the bathroom I shared with Beckett.
I stayed in the shower so long; I thought I had permanently scorched my skin with hot tears.
“I’m so fucking sorry. Please forgive me?” I plead, searching her eyes.
A tear trickles from the corner of her eye, traveling over her temple and onto the sheet. She swallows several times before she asks, “Were you really going to ask me to marry you?”
“I was. You were my everything. Nothing mattered without you.”
“And now?”
My mouth hovers over hers. The words are trapped in my throat, looking at the woman I lost. “Vanessa, if I could’ve stopped loving you, I would have done it a long time ago.”
The weight of my body pushes her into the mattress as we delve into the past and the future at the same time. We grind like teenagers, my jeans rubbing against her pulsing center. With one hand, I shove the denim past my hips, taking the boxers with them. Then she scoots them to my knees.
She slides her fingers through her folds, and says, “Are you ready?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Then give me your best shot.” She smirks. One side of her mouth furling up as she winks.
I slide my erection through the glimmering pink skin, moving her fingers out of the way. She places her fingers in my mouth while my erection toys with her center. “I’ve always loved your sense of adventure in and out of bed.” Then I close the distance and let her taste herself. In a low tone, I say, “I don’t have a condom, do you have any? I tore out of my house to get to you last night.”
“No, but please stay where you are. My body feels whole—you’ve definitely grown since… ”
