“I love you so much, Tori.”
“I know. Can I sleep with you tonight?” My heart was pounding so hard I thought the whole of DC could hear it.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he said, giving me a confident grin and sweeping me into his arms.
His kiss muffled my giggle, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his mouth further into mine. He bumped us into the door on the way in, muttering an apology as he kicked the door shut.
He lowered me to the bed, hovering over me, his eyes hooded and leaving me breathless with the way they seemed to devour me. I drew him back to me, my fingers struggling with his buttons as he laughed against my mouth. There was no hesitation, no nervousness because this man knew me, every inch of me, just like I knew every inch of him.
His mouth lowered to my neck, dragging over my shoulder as he pushed the strap of my dress down. “You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured this. Pictured your body.” His mouth draped down my arm. “Remembered your taste.” My stomach trembled. “Heard your cries.” His hand slipped my zipper down. “Your moans.” Butterflies snapped their wings in my lower body. “I’ve waited years to touch you again, luna mia.” His mouth trailed the dress as he pushed it from my body. Kissing every spot, every curve, every dip, every freckle. Worshipping even the stretch marks that now graced my lower belly. “You’re still as perfect as I remember.”
My back arched as he kissed my inner thigh, his fingers working my underwear off as his mouth traveled down my legs.
“Gabe,” I moaned when he followed their path back up, ending with kisses that burned their way through my body, his fingers and his tongue working magic that left me crumbling within minutes.
He slid his mouth down my leg and rose, standing over me with the look of a starving predator. I bent my leg, watching as he pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. His eyes never left mine, and when he unhooked his belt, he asked, “Are you sure?”
Permission. A question of no regrets, giving me the chance to hesitate. But I didn’t. “Positive.”
A mischievous grin preceded the dropping of his pants, and as he crawled back over me, his lips tracing the path they’d first made, anticipation hummed through me. Mouth crashing over mine, he wrapped his arm around me and drew me into his chest. I sucked in a breath as he nudged my legs open further and entered me. Slow and paced, letting me feel every inch until he filled me completely. Our bodies moved in tandem, a rhythm that reflected the emotions that cascaded over us.
His touches scored me, branded me, claimed me. Reawakening the parts that recognized that ownership. My body was alive because Gabe had been the only one with the power to wake it. And he was mine again.
“Come for me again, luna mia,” he rasped in my ear. His hand moved between us, his mouth draping down my throat until he sucked my nipple into his mouth. Heat blossomed in my core, my climax rising until it crashed through me like waves demolishing the shore. Thrusts increasing, one hand digging into my waist, the other into the bed, Gabe followed my release. Breaths synched, we came down from our ecstasy high, and he brought his other hand up and pushed my hair from my face.
“Just as gorgeous as you were our first time.” Caging me in, his eyes now a blend of hues, he asked, “Still okay? No regrets?”
Cupping his cheek, I lifted my head and kissed him. “Not a single one.”
“Good, because I was looking forward to satiating my hunger for you a few more times.”
“Making up for lost time?” I asked, winding my arms around his neck.
“Damn right I am.”
“Then let’s not miss another minute.” I dragged his head down, my body coming alive again. He lit every cell on fire, reminding me of why I’d never even considered another man. Because there was no one who rivaled him.
My body hadn’t been so satisfied and blissful since the night Gabe had left me. Now that I knew the truth, I understood why he’d seemed so desperate and famished. Gabe’s sex drive was demanding, but the two nights before he’d left, it had been endless.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I realized it had been the same way last night. Relentless but in all the perfect ways. I took a robe from the bathroom and tied it closed. Wobbling out of the bedroom, I froze. Reid was awake, sitting with Gabe at the table, telling him all about his teacher at the daycare center. His little hands were gesturing, and Gabe was listening intently.
I observed them like I did any time they were together, marveling at their similarities as pressure built in my chest. This was how it should have been, and now it was happening. Years without feeling complete, with an empty space in our family, and now it was whole.
And now I had to explain why Gabe and I were sleeping in the same room and in the same bed. I drew my robe tighter, contemplating the best way to approach the conversation when Gabe looked up at me. Warmth blazed through my cheeks at the heated gaze he gave me, and my insides jumbled into knots.
“Morning,” he said, giving me a cocky grin.
“Morning, Mommy. Gabe said you had a sleepover last night. Can I come next time?”
The snort that came from me was loud, and I covered my mouth, the heat in my cheeks almost scalding.
“Somebody woke up extra early today. Good thing I’m a light sleeper and heard him sneaking up on us.” Gabe threw me a wink, and I let out a relieved sigh. “We went out and picked up breakfast. There’s coffee for you on the counter.”
Planting a kiss on Reid’s head, I tussled his hair.
“Can I, Mommy?”
“What, honey?” I gave Gabe a kiss on the cheek, but he didn’t let me go so easily. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss that almost made me forget Reid was even in the room.
