I rubbed my suddenly sweaty palms on my jeans.The blood rushed in my ears.“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice a bit too light.Forced.“I’m okay.”
The option to drop this conversation was right there, he was offering it to me.And I was scared to say what I had to say.I strung the syllables together saying them as quickly as I could.“Wouldyouwantmetostay?”
The words were thin, they’d break under any pressure, but there was no going back now.
He cleared his throat and swallowed.“I want you to do what you want.”
There was a thud that rang inside my head, like a hammer on a nail.Like a coffin sealed.A door slammed shut.I was too shocked to speak, to think, to run away inside of my apartment.I’d been afraid to say anything out loud, but I had actually thought ...
“And I want to be there with you, wherever that is,” he continued, dragging me out from under the darkness of my thoughts and feelings with such forcefulness I was dizzy.“I wasn’t lying.I still want everything I wantedwith you.I’ll go to Chicago.I’ll stay here.I’ll move to the fucking moon, ifyou’rethere.”
“I don’t want to go to the moon,” I said around a watery laugh.
“Me either, but I don’t care where we are.”
“I don’t either.”
“I love you.”His smile looked so light he could fly away.I felt like I might fly too.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
There was no way to know who moved where or kissed who first.We weren’t and then we were.Slipping our arms free of the seat belts across our chests to hold and touch and pull closer.With nothing held back, nothing unsaid.Nothing but endless possibilities with the man I loved desperately.
Remi kissed along my jaw and down the slope of my neck to the tops of my breasts, his hands cupping to give him better access.I remembered that we were steaming up the windows of his car, at the same time that I recalled the barrier of trees all around the property.No one could see us.
“Remi?”I breathed.
“Hmm?”He answered.Undoing the top button of my sweater, he pulled it to the side to scrape his teeth on my nipple over my bra.
For a moment, I forgot what I was going to say before recovering.“If we went to the moon”—he cut my words off with the flick of his tongue, and I gasped.
He glared up at me through his light brown lashes.“We’re not going to the moon.”
“But you said—”
“I know what I said.”I could feel him smile against my skin as he repeated his attentions to my other side.Heat pooled at my core, my hips shifted instinctively.One of his hands trailed to press between my thighs.“I’ll get you to the moon.”
“Are you talking about your ass?”
His shoulders shook, and he looked up again and hummedMajor Tom.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Remi
AliciaandIpouredthrough my front door, kicking off our boots and tearing off our coats like it was a race to get naked first.I could not stop grinning.It’d taken until the car was almost the same temperature inside as the outside and the windows were completely steamed for us to pause long enough to go in the house.
Our clothes were discarded in piles on our way to the stairs; her sweater over there, my jeans here.Her bra near the bottom of the stairs.My boxers halfway to the second floor.We discovered each other with our mouths and hands.Her naked body completely flush against mine, as I pressed her to the wall just outside of my bedroom—kissing her as if our lives depended on it.As if now that we’d said the words, I could really truly give her my love.
She rocked her hips rubbing her slick heat against my thigh.
My cock throbbed and precum dripped between our bellies.
I filled my hand with her tit, flicking my thumb over the hardened nub of her nipple.
She was so soft.Her flesh giving way to the pressure of my fingers, my thighs, my mouth.
