Lifting her leg around my waist, I slide in deeper, and we both moan out loud. I drop my head to hers, rocking into her, savouring the feel of her after being deprived so long.
Why did I keep myself from this?
* * *
Nina
“Morning, Pix.”
The hairs on my neck stand to attention as his arm wraps around my waist. I’m standing at the sink washing up my breakfast dishes, and the feel of his body at my back warms me to my core. I don’t know what changed last night, but I woke this morning to find him asleep and next to me in the bed. I thought it was progress, but this right now is a complete one-eighty from yesterday.
“Morning, is everything okay?” I ask, looking down at the hand that rests on my waist, noticing the navy cuff of his dress shirt and his Rolex watch. “You’re going to the office?”
I turn in his arms.
“Yeah. It’s about time.”
Reaching up, I smooth out the deep line that forms on his brow. “That sounds like a great idea.” I smile, pleased that he wants to go back. I thought I’d have to push him into it, and I don’t think I would have had the heart.
He nods, and I turn, carrying on with the dishes.
“Will you come with me?” he asks me, reaching for the cereal as a small smile tugs at his lips.
I get what feels like a zap of electricity right between my legs.
Shit. I didn’t realise how badly I neededhimback.
“You wish, Bossman.” I wink. “If you’re going to the office, I will go see your sister. If you don’t mind.”
He juts out his chin, not answering me with actual words.
“If you don’t want me at the house, I won’t go, but I know Scar wants to sort through your father’s things, and someone should help her.”
I panic the moment the words are out. Why am I bringing up his dad?
Baby steps, Nina!
“I know,” he snaps, running his hand through his hair. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I go to him, slipping my arms around his waist. “I won’t go today.”
“Me neither.”
“What? No, Mase, go to the office.”
“I don’t want to. I just thought maybe I should.”
Dropping my head to the side, I smooth a hand down his shirt. He looks so put together in his suit, yet inside he is still so broken.
“You should go to the office,” I tell him, placing a kiss on his smooth jaw.
He nods, knowing he needs to. “You’ll help Scar? Please.”
I wrap my arms around him, needing to get closer than I am, but knowing it’s physically impossible. But if it were, I’d follow my soul into the depths of his. “Of course, I will.”
* * *
It’s nine a.m.,and Mase is still here. He refused to let me shower alone, telling me he needed ‘a good luck fuck’ for his first day back at work. My man is back, and with that comes his insatiable appetite forme. Not that I am complaining.
