I trace the line of his jaw, rough from a day’s worth of stubble. “You really shouldn’t have done whatever it was you did.”
He smiles faintly. “Probably not,” he admits, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “But you deserve peace, Char. You deserve to sleep without checking the locks five times. You deserve to dream about the future, not relive your past.”
The tears well again, but this time there are only a few droplets. And those seem almost cleansing.
Dave kisses the corner of my eye, then my temple, and finally, my lips. Soft. Patient. Like he’s reminding me that we’re still here.
Then I whisper, “I love you.”
He smiles adoringly at me, that glint in his dark eyes reminding me of the moment I met him all of those months ago. “Thank God.” He chuckles. “Because I’m lost without you.”
Dave slides me off of his lap before heading over to add more wood to the fire. Before returning to sit with me, he lays a soft blanket over the rug in front of the fire. Holding his hand out for me, I stand and take it, looking up into his big brown eyes, feeling so incredibly blessed with the way my life has turned.
He leans over, grabbing a small black remote and points it in the distance. Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars start singing “Die with a Smile”and he wraps his arms around me, swaying us back and forth to the beat of the music. It takes me right back to that incredible night of the wedding. I think I knew the moment we hit the dancefloor together that I’d met the one man I’d risk it all for.
The words to the song ring true. If the world was ending, this is exactly where I’d want to be.
He pushes my hair back over my shoulder and grins down at me. “I think I like blonde the best. But honestly, you could dye it pink, and I wouldn’t care.”
“Hmm. Maybe I’ll try that next.”
He leans down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? It’s been a pretty emotional few days. I don’t want to take ad?—”
Pushing to my toes, I cover his mouth with mine. He’s a gentleman to a fault. And I need him to treat me like he did the night he met me. A mixture of sweet and frenzied wild abandon.
“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. I want it like the night we met. Nice and slow,anddeep and hard.”
He quirks a brow, likely surprised I remember when he’d asked how I like it, word for word. With that, he cups my cheek with onehand and dips down to kiss the corners of my mouth before diving back in for a long, languid kiss.
He pulls back, nibbling on my lower lip before dragging his tongue down the column of my throat. I arch my back as he trails open mouth kisses over my collarbone before stopping long enough to remove my top. He cups both breasts, dragging his tongue over the swell of each over the satin of my bra. Between the warmth of the fire on my skin and his talented tongue, I’m starting to get seriously wet.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as my black lace bra tumbles to the floor. I can’t help but squirm as his stubble teases the soft skin between my breasts. He tightens his arms around me, his teeth teasing my nipples before sucking with just the right amount of suction. I scrape my nails against his scalp as my body soars in delight.
His hungry brown eyes are imploring as he drops to his knees, bringing my leggings down in one swift movement. He buries his face in my black silk panties and inhales, and I nearly lose my mind. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans. My head falls back as he runs his nose along the center of my sex. I’m ridiculously wet. He trails his lips over my panties. It’s sweet torture. The kissing stops as he peers up at me. There’s a reverence there I can’t put words to.
He slowly drags my panties down my legs, letting out a moan as his gaze roams from my head to my toes. As turned on as I am at his overt admiration, he needs to take some clothes off soon or I’m going to start ripping them off myself.
But before I can ask him to get on with it, he buries his face between my legs, and I lose the ability to speak. Gliding his fingers through my sex, he spreads me wide as he tongues my clit. His stubble teases my sensitive flesh, and my entire body shudders with electricity. His fingers dig into my ass as he makes a meal of me, my knees nearly buckling beneath me.
“Come here,” he roars as he pulls me down onto the blanket, lust heavy on his tongue. “I need more of this.”
“More of wha—?” My question is so breathy I’m not certain it’s audible.
He quickly removes his shirt and begins unbuckling his pants. Once he’s naked, I lean back on my elbows trying to take him in. God, this man is beautiful. From the tone, tan body, defined pecs covered in a fine dusting of dark hair, and abs that belong on the cover ofMen’s Healthmagazine. My eyes are probably glazing over at the sight. Then one strong hand fists around the base of his long, veiny cock, and my head lulls back.
I expect him to make some witty remark, so I’m completely caught off guard, crying out when his warm tongue swipes through my center. His fingers tease and his mouth feasts like a man starved. “This swollen pussy is throbbing for me, isn’t it? You need my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I practically shout.
“I need you to come on my tongue first. Your pussy is already swollen and achy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I groan as he devours me, knowing I’m seconds away from my first of many orgasms. One hand skirts up my belly, pinching my nipple as he sucks on my clit, and that’s all it takes.
Moments later, he’s hovering over me when a sliver of clarity takes over, and I place my palms flat on his chest. “Hey. We got ahead of ourselves the last time.”
