I gasped in fresh air and wiped the water from my eyes. Dave lay beneath me and between my legs, long and beautiful, watching me. His big hands cupped my waist possessively.
“Hi,” I said.
He hummed back at me and lifted his chin.
I bent at the waist, stretching out over him and pressing our torsos together.
I’d never get enough of this. Of him beneath me, or on top of me. His skin against mine. His attention on me and mine on his, as if nothing in the world existed but this.
But us.
He ran a hand up my back to rest it over the nape of my neck. I propped my chin on my fists and smiled at him.
He smiled back.
I leaned up and kissed him until my lips stung and my heart was pounding. “You’d better stay even longer this year,” I informed him. “I’m going to need much more of this. Okay?” I stroked a line down the bridge of his nose, and touched his lips. “So you should stay longer this year, and come earlier next year.”
He watched me. He didn’t understand my words, but I was almost sure he knew what I was saying.
He made a small hum of agreement at the back of his throat. “Joe,” he said in that deep, inhuman voice of his. “Dave.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Always.”
Always.
