I should roll my eyes at the caveman possessiveness of his words, but it strikes me deep, right in the sore spot where I’ve been so scared he’d never choose me. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
He kisses me with a hunger that can’t be abated, but it’s tender all at once. My body clenches, pleasure barreling down on me.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good. Like you’re made for me. I’m gonna take you again tonight. Tell me I can take you again.”
“You can,” I pant, pushing my orgasm back, not wanting this to be over.
“Romy.” He groans my name like a prayer and a curse all in one, and my orgasm tumbles over.
I strip my mouth off his, crying out.
Zander follows seconds later, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. “Fucking Christ.”
I feel the jerk of him and the heat between my legs as he explodes. After, he collapses on top of me, careful to keep too much of his weight from pressing down on me as we catch our breath.
“Remember that whole promise about our kid not coming out and saying the word fuck?”
“I’m doing a piss poor job. I know.” He pushes my damp hair off my forehead and kisses me. “New deal, I watch my language everywhere except when I’m inside you.”
My head tips back, and I laugh. “Deal.”
“You want my dirty mouth, huh?” His lips cast little kisses along my shoulder. “Say it.”
“You weren’t that dirty,” I egg him on.
He picks up his head and looks down at me. “Challenge accepted.”
I have no doubt he’s going to meet that challenge and conquer it.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Zander
I’m not sure if it’s the sliver of light streaming in through the drapes or the scent of her vanilla lotion, but I stir awake. For a moment, I don’t open my eyes because if this is a dream and Romy’s warm body really isn’t next to me, I don’t want to be dragged out of it.
Then she shifts beside me, her leg running along mine, and she lets out a little sigh. And damn, she’s real. Romy Owens is naked in my bed, and I’d have to be such an idiot to screw this up again.
Her hair is a mess on the pillow. I brush a strand off her cheek, and her eyes blink open.
“Morning,” I say before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
Her lips tug into a half smile. “Morning.”
God, I could live my life like this. What was I ever thinking, letting her go in the first place?
Her stomach growls, and I grin. “Want some food?”
“It is customary to feed someone after you make them expend so much energy.”
I chuckle. I took her three times last night and could get lost in her so easily again. But instead of kissing her the way I want to, I pull back. “We should talk.”
The sheet rustles around her body as her brows lift. “That sounds… serious.”
“We have some issues we have to face,” I say, then kiss her one more time.
She watches me, doubt swimming in her eyes. I take her hand and place it flat against my chest.
“I don’t know what kind of man I’m going to be, Romy, but I want you to know I want this to work. I’m going to try.”
