I love it. The way it makes me feel treasured, desired,safe.
“Did you watch me in the shower?” I ask.
“What?” he snaps, breaking our kiss. “Fuck no, I wouldn’t do that without you knowing.”
“Okay,” I say, unable to stop my pout. “So you didn’t watch me naked? You didn’t miss me that much?”
“Such a fucking princess,” he scolds, pulling my lips back to his for another searing kiss.
It’s like I’ve been brought back to life, each kiss of his injecting energy back into me again. I kiss him with a matchingfire as he pieces me back together, making me stronger than before. Reminding me of who the woman he fell in love with is.
“Denver? I need…”
“You need me to prove to you I’m not lying when I said I won’t ever leave you?”
I shiver as his words roll over my skin and his lips travel to my neck, pressing gently beneath my ear, over my pulse.
“God, yes,please.”
“First you tell me what you want,” he rasps, peppering kisses down my neck toward my collarbone.
I close my eyes to the toe-curling sensation of having him here with his arms around me and his mouth on me again.
“Start talking,” he tsks, kissing his way along to the top of my shoulder.
“I want you to stay,” I say, letting out a moan as he uses one finger to slide the strap of my vest off my shoulder, before he kisses the inch of exposed skin left behind.
“What else?” he murmurs, moving to the other side and repeating the move.
The fingers curled around my hip flex, and he lets out a groan as I writhe in ecstasy from having his mouth on me, making my hipbone rub over his hard dick in his pants.
“I want you to open the door for me and get moody when I try to do it myself to wind you up.”
He dips his head lower and sucks the swell of my breast above the neckline of my vest, an amused grumble leaving his hot mouth as I arch into him.
“Keep going,” he husks.
“And I want you to hate all of my footwear and glare at it in that way that makes you look so hot and moody that I want to sit on your face, so you take your frustration out between my thighs instead.”
He yanks my vest down with a rough curse and pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“God!” I cry, tipping my head back and soaking up the ecstasy that’s pulsing through my veins.
“What else?” he asks, sucking on it until it’s on the brink of being painful.
A surge of wetness soaks my panties.
“I want to be able to taste vanilla coffee again from your lips when you kiss me. Because I hate the way it tastes from a mug. It makes me cry when I taste it from a mug.”
“Princess,” he soothes, “you’ll never have to drink it from a mug again, I promise.” His touch softens as he switches to my other breast and rolls his tongue around my nipple in slow, sensual circles.
My voice catches in my throat. “I want to love you, Denver. I want to just be in love with you and tell you every day. Because I do… I love youso much.”
“That’s my girl,” he breathes, rising up to kiss me on the mouth again. “Anything else?”
“I want to get Monty a girlfriend. I think he feels left out.”
Denver’s brows shoot up and he whips his head to the side, his eyes connecting with Monty, who’s still sitting exactly where he told him to stay.
