She slid off his lap and stood on shaky legs beside him. He leaned in and pressed his head to her spandex-clad thigh.
“Come with me,” she said softly. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged.
His heart jolted and he scrambled to his feet. He had more than a foot on her in height, but standing there together in her living room, with the shattered fragments of their fears all around them, he felt as small and vulnerable as she looked.
Small, vulnerable, and still brave. He kissed her again, holding her face the way she had held his. She pressed into him and that sunshine-y flood of oxygen filled him once more.
Not so small. Still vulnerable.
Together they stumbled to her room. They didn’t bother to turn on the lights. In the dark, they stripped each other down to nothing.
Kerry took his cock, hard and throbbing, in her hand, and stroked him slowly in the tight space between their bodies. “Do we need—”
“Nothing. Unless you—”
“No…”
She whimpered as he rolled her onto her back. He stroked her breasts, her hips, worshipping the shape of her, before sliding his fingers against her slick pussy. God, she was soaked for him already, and that made him rut against her hip like a monster.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Her monster, who loved her so much.
She hitched her leg around his hip and tried to flip him back. “Owen, I need you.”
He needed her, too. With a roar, he fit them together and thrust home, sliding into her body where a moment before there had been nothing but desire.
She fit him perfectly, hot and wet, and when he bottomed out, he thought he might never want to leave. “So good,” he growled.
And she laughed.
Fuck, that made him hard. She laughed and her breasts bounced against his chest. “So good,” she repeated in the sweetest, huskiest voice. “I’ve missed you.”
“I love you.”
She repeated that, too. They said it back and forth as they found a rhythm. Breath against skin, hands around flesh. Pushing and pulling to get closer, feel more.
Arousal climbed. It spiralled and bloomed in a kind of technicolour Owen had never imagined. He never wanted to leave her body and he never wanted this to end, but at the same time she was getting closer beneath him, he could feel it. And he wanted to come with her, to chase her orgasm with his own.
He wanted to fill her up and then hold her after.
She arched her back, her breath gasping nonsensical words that sounded like music, and deep inside, he felt his response let loose. Darkness closed in around his vision as he pumped his hips one more time and felt the rough first spurt jolt out of him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Where didthat fall into the seven steps?” Kerry heard the wild, crazy laughter in her voice. It made her smile, and she didn’t even need to look over at Owen to know he probably had a matching expression on his face.
He coughed. “We skipped a couple.”
“I’ll be right back.” She rolled off the bed and went to the washroom, and when she got back, Owen had pushed himself up in the bed and turned on the light.
She stopped in the doorway.
His gaze raked over her naked body, making her skin tingle. Slowly, she climbed on top of him and settled on his chest. They were both a bit damp.
“Should we take a shower?”
“We should get dressed and go to my house.”
