She followed him across the room and he pushed open the closet door, then stood back and she peered in. Gone was the workout gear and weapons boxes. “It looks so bare without all your stuff.”
“Is it enough room?” He went to a shelf on the far wall, grabbed a stack of jeans, and stuffed them onto a shelf with folded t-shirts. “I can make more room.”
“You did this for me?”
“Move anything you like in the place.” God, he was freaking adorable when he seemed unsure. “I want you to be comfy. Make my home yours…”
She stepped into the closet and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him from behind. “It’s perfect.”
“There’s space in the bathroom for all your makeup and girlie shit too.”
He was acting like he’d never shared space with a spouse before. She wasn’t sure what she should make of that. “Gunnar.” Tugging on his t-shirt, she made him face her. “It’s perfect. We’ll figure it out together.” Everything which had made the bedroom his had mostly disappeared. “Where did all your stuff go?”
“You need room for your stuff. I boxed mine and put them in the storage. Women don’t like to have weapons and shit all over the place.”
Suddenly, it all made sense. That bitch of his ex-wife had made him feel unwelcome in his own home. She’d made what should have been their home only hers. Jorja plopped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him. “Go get your stuff, baby. Because I didn’t drive all this way to take your home away from you. I came to share it with you.”
“Umm…”
Clearly, her man was still confused.
“I love coming in here and seeing bits of you everywhere.I’m not saying I won’t lose my shit when I trip over your boots half a dozen times a day.” She went to him and kissed him softly on the jaw. “But that doesn’t mean you take them out of here; it means you put them on the shoe rack where they belong.”
“Oh.”
“Go get your stuff, babe. Let’s make this place our home. Not yours, not mine… ours.”
He nodded and kissed her forehead. “I’m still figuring it out, huh?”
“Yup. Now go, shoo.” She nudged him toward the door. “I promise I’m only going to pee and get a drink, and I’ll still be here when you get back.” She watched him go, bless him. If it took her a lifetime, she was going to undo all the damage his ex-wife did and show him that in their relationship, he mattered too.
* * *
Gunnar sat back on his heels and observed their progress. He leaned over and checked the last box. “I think we’re done.”
“It may be a little cluttered.” Jorja looked around the living room. “But yeah, I think we’re done.”
He couldn’t resist her anymore and placed his hand behind her neck, drawing her closer until their lips touched. “Thank you.”
“I love this.” She gestured toward the room. “It may be a bit of a mess, it may be our stuff on every single shelf, but it’s us.”
“I agree.” He kissed her neck, then his lips slid further down as she buried her hands under his t-shirt. Jorja raised her arms as he lifted her shirt, unclasped her bra, and drew it down her arms. His lips claimed one nipple, and she gasped, holding his head to her breast, and relaxed into his touch.
He lifted Jorja and carried her to their bed. Their bed… it sounded so damn right. Standing her next to it, he helped her strip off the rest of her clothes. “You are so beautiful.”
He quickly stripped off his jeans and shirt, then pulled her down on top of him. They kissed for a very long time. Their hands touched and explored everywhere they could reach as they savored and relearned the spots which dragged a heartfelt sigh or a moan from the other.
When she shifted and wrapped her legs around his waist, Gunnar groaned. “You’re killing me, beautiful.”
“That’s the plan, Jerk-God. That’s the plan.” She twisted and arched her waist, brushing against his cock he refused to deny her. Very slowly, he pushed into her, making sure there was little or no pain. She pushed up, meeting his stroke until he slid all the way in. He began to thrust, matching her rhythm, starting off slow and gentle, then worked up faster and faster. Using his hands on her nipples made her cry out, and his cock responded to the call. Only Jorja could take what was already rock hard and make it ache with need with one simple sound. Gunnar turned her over with one hand and entered her from behind. She sighed and moaned with pleasure, arching her back as he thrust into her deeper and harder.
“Gunnar. Ohhhh...” Her movements sped up, urging him to give her more.
Mine.
Made just for me.
Turns out he was a possessive bastard after all. Jorja was his, just as he would always be hers. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, pulling her back to meet his strokes. “Mine.”
