“Yes.” Her voice was sure now. “Please.”
Sliding into her felt like coming home. Her warmth surrounded me, pulled me under, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then.
We moved together slowly at first—deliberate, savoring. My hand cradled her jaw, my lips brushing hers with every thrust.
“Look at me,” I whispered.
She did and it wrecked me.
“Selene,” I groaned, my voice breaking as I pressed deeper into her heat. “You feel like everything I didn’t know I was missing.”
Her nails dragged down my back as her hips lifted to meet mine.
“Faster,” she whispered, her voice desperate.
“Anything you want,” I promised, my pace quickening as her moans grew harder to contain.
We were careful—so careful to stay quiet—but the headboard gave a faint creak with every roll of my hips, her breath stuttering into the curve of my neck.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking.
“I won’t,” I vowed, kissing her temple as I thrust harder. “Not until you fall apart for me again.”
She came undone beneath me a second time, her body clenching around me as I followed her over the edge, her name a groan on my lips.
When I collapsed beside her, my chest still heaving, I pulled her close—tucking her against me like I could shield her from everything outside these four walls.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns over my chest as our breathing slowed in tandem.
The room smelled faintly of vanilla and clean linen, the air still heavy with the warmth of skin and whispered pleas. Selene’s breathing had settled into a slow, even rhythm, her head nestled in the hollow of my shoulder like she’d been made to fit there.
Her hair spilled across my chest in a soft wave, strands catching on my stubble as I tilted my head, brushing my lips against her temple. She smelled like her shampoo and a little like me, and something about that gave me a full body rush.
The sheets had cooled, but her body was still warm against me—one leg tangled lazily with mine, her arm draped across my stomach like she owned the right to be there.
I shifted slightly, careful not to jostle her, and drew the blanket higher over her bare shoulders. My fingers brushed her skin as I tucked it in around her, and I felt her sigh—a quiet, contented sound that made my throat ache.
I could get used to this.
The thought came fast and uninvited, sharp enough to leave a hollow echo in its wake.
I could get used to her sleepy weight on my chest, to the faint crease between her brows smoothing as she drifted off. To the sound of Winnie’s giggles in the morning, barrettes clutched in her small hands as she demanded another round of “practice” on my hair.
I could get used to being part of something.
A real part. Not just the fun guy or the temporary fix or the one who made it easy to forget.
Selene shifted slightly, her hand dragging across my stomach, fingers curling in the edge of the sheet as she murmured, “Don’t leave.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered back, kissing the crown of her head.
Not tonight.
Not if it killed me.
Her breath hitched as she hummed, but she didn’t stir, her body relaxing deeper into mine. I traced my thumb down her spine in a slow, absent pattern, memorizing the feel of her—every curve, every inch of soft skin that still carried my touch.
This felt so damn good.
