Tears came at me unexpectedly.
“Oh, sweetheart, no,” Guy cooed, pulling me into his chest. “Should I have not come to see you?”
“No, I’m glad you’re here. It’s just a lot,” I sobbed, the second time that evening I’d been emotional after an orgasm.
Guy tipped up my chin to look at him, wiping my tears and studying my eyes. “Wanna know something?”
“What?”
“I almost cried seeing you naked again.” Guy smiled, but his eyes were sad. I gave a soft laugh. “It’s true. It’s a lot for me, too. If we need to take a break for the night, that’s fine.”
I blew out a breath, pulling myself together. “I’ve needed you so bad for so long.”
Guy sighed, too. “You have no idea, Birdy.”
We lay there quietly like that for a while: my head on his muscled but somewhat manscaped chest, holding each other tight.
I was almost afraid to ask my next question, like he might make fun of me. “What if we make love? Go slow?”
Guy’s sweet chocolate drop eyes met mine. “I’d love that.”
Our earlier kisses were fiery and hungry. This was a different kind of hunger. Earlier, our bodies had needs. Then, it was our souls. So much hurt and longing had passed between us, and we needed to honor that. To bury the hatchet.
His lips savored mine. His hands took on a new deference. We listened with our motions. I studied the changes in him andthe things that were familiar. I’d been able to read his body like a book before, but it was like new chapters were added. Good chapters, but unfamiliar nonetheless.
“You’re still perfect,” he whispered between kisses. He descended down my neck and to my breasts, open-mouthed and passionate. I dug my thumbs into his flat brown nipples, his head cocking back. We continued on, touching and feeling, until the time felt just right.
“Want me to get a condom?” Guy asked. “I got tested before this trip, and I haven’t been bare with anyone but you.”
“My last tests were negative and I’m on birth control,” I said. A grin lifted the corner of Guy’s lips.
“Just you and me?”
I nodded. “Just us.”
In a flurry of kisses, Guy pushed into me. Our words came freely, uninhibited, not profound but meaningful to us.
“I love this.”
“God, Kitty.”
His hands held mine, pinning them over my head. It gave the advantage of being able to watch each other’s faces. I gazed into the eyes of the man who never stopped loving me as he filled me, again and again. The man I let get away. The man I let go so we could have a shot at the lives we wanted. Letting go was necessary, but coming back together was, too. I hoped the weekend in New York wouldn’t be the end of us.
We rolled to our sides, my leg wound around his torso. I loved looking so deeply into his eyes, making his presence more tangible.
“Gorgeous as ever, baby.”
“More, Guy.”
“I’ll give you everything, sweetheart. You ask and I give. I’ll always take care of you.”
And he wasn’t just blowing smoke. I knew he meant it. If I let him, he’d give me anything I ever wanted. Guy belonged to me,whether I wanted him to or not.
Chapter 34
Guy
“Bonjour, ma puce.”
