Just…being.
Sex with Beck and her previous partners had been fun, sure. But never…
Never satisfying on a cellular level, the way it was with Ken. The way their souls completely connected, the way it felt like they could practically merge into one being.
She’d never wanted that with anyone before Ken, and now she couldn’t imagine life without this.
Without him.
Goddess, please never let me find out. Please take me first.
Ken
He didn’t have time to think about what he was doing.
He’d learned from experience it was best not to think during times like this.
To simply follow Dewi’s lead and let go in the moment.
Because she enjoyed it when he did. Hell, he enjoyed it, too. More than he ever would have been comfortable admitting before.
She was more than capable enough to stop him if he went too far. It frustrated her when he held back, so he’d learned to trust.
Truth be told…
It felt right.
This primal, raw sex, burying himself inside her over and over again, wishing it was because he was trying to breed her, fill her with another baby, to be able to run his hands over?—
He blinked, his orgasm catching him off-guard not only with the timing but the strength. Explosions that made the Bikini Atoll test look like a cherry bomb sent his mind sailing out into a sweet, black void where all he could do was focus on them, on his pleasure, on the purring, sated sounds Dewi was already making as he finally fell still, slumping against the shower wall and pulling her to him as his vision cleared.
She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, her hands settling over his. “Wow,” she whispered, sounding awed.
His eyes dropped closed, the feel of his chin resting on her shoulder grounding and centering him. “Yeah,” he whispered back.
They stood like that for long moments, their breaths syncing, slowing, their hearts even seeming to beat in nearly the same rhythm.
“Maybe this fall,” she said.
It took him a moment to process that she’d spoken, much less absorb the content. “Huh?”
“This fall.” She turned in his arms, draping hers over his shoulders and staring up into his eyes. “Start trying again this fall.”
The last wisps of his orgasmic bliss faded while staring into her eyes. Drops of water speckled her face, catching in her eyebrows and hair, coalescing, trickling down her forehead and cheeks.
This moment felt…imprinted, somehow. Like he should take a mental snapshot of it and clutch it deep and close in his soul with an iron grasp.
“You sure?”
She smiled, nodding, while her fingers trailed up and down the nape of his neck. “Yeah. Everyone’s right—I need to live. I spent too many years of my childhood running from living to keep my mental monsters at bay, and thinking I turned into one myself in the process. That I would never find a mate because I wasn’t worthy of one. I just need…”
He didn’t interrupt as she searched for the words because this was a rare and precious moment for her. Vulnerability she didn’t offer up easily, even to him.
“Can you be patient with me when I’m grouchy?” she softly asked.
“As long as you let me buy a cast-iron cup to protect myself.”
She giggled. “Stainless steel. So it won’t rust.”
