Backing away, I look down at where we’re joined, and she does the same. I rub her swollen clit in circles, giving her just enough to push her over the edge. Her eyes close, and she screams my name. Her body clenches around me and pushes me towards climax.
I burst inside her as her wetness runs down my length. Breathless, I grip her hips tightly as we ride out our climax. Coming down from our high, I slowly pump in and out of her a few more times, emptying myself completely. Leaning forward, I kiss her neck, then her cheek, as we struggle to find the words to speak.
Looking her in the eyes, I whisper, “Kiss me.”
She smiles, and says, “Always.”
18
Gwen
I wake up to lips brushing against my back. Soft, tender kisses reminding me of all the ways Rex has pleasured me this night. Smiling, I roll onto my back and keep my eyes closed as he gently kisses my lips.
“Mmm, don’t tell me you want more, Roberts? What, three or four times is not enough for you?”
He smiles, then whispers, “I could never get enough of you, Gwen.” My heart stills. Hope fills me as he once again tells me things I have longed to hear. “But first, I want to show you something.”
My eyes open as I take in his face in the moonlight. “What do you have in mind?” I tease him.
He smiles and grabs my hand, hoisting me out of bed. Naked, I stand before him wondering what the hell he is up to. He grabs the throw blanket off a nearby chair and wraps it around my body. Pulling me close, he kisses the tip of my nose and then urges me to follow as he grabs my hand back in his.
“Where are you taking me?” I giggle as I stumble over my feet walking down the hallway.
Coming to the living room, I stop suddenly and gawk as I admire the view before me. A strobe light show of the Northern Lights plays on my living room ceiling. Scattered throughout the apartment are little white candles. Pillows and blankets have been set up as a bed on the floor in the middle of the room.
Rex pulls me forward and sits on the makeshift bed. He tugs on my hand, urging me to do the same. When I comply, he wraps his arms around my waist and we lay back and admire the light show happening on my ceiling. I don’t dare ask how he managed this one. There is no telling how he could pull this off, but if he can break into my apartment at dawn, he can definitely make this happen.
“Number three on your list, see the Northern Lights,” Rex kisses the top of my head.
I smile as I remember one of the bucket list items I whispered to him when I thought he was sleeping in the bed of his truck all those years ago.
“But all of these things, Rex, they are all my bucket list items,” I say, as I realize what he has done. “What about what you wanted to do?”
“Gwen,” he says, leaning forward and making me sit up with him. He grabs my face, and looks me in the eye. “Sweetheart, you are the only thing I could ever want. Ever need. You’re all the bucket list I will ever check off in life. To be with you, that’s enough for me.”
A tear rolls down my cheek. Rex tenderly brushes it away with his thumb. Speechless, I stare back into his eyes as his face lowers. He kisses me tenderly. The blanket falls around us, and I climb into his lap. I may not have the words to say right now, but nothing is holding me back from expressing how his confession just made me feel.
Whole. Complete. His.
Finally, after all this time, he’s showing me how much I mean to him. Lord help me, because I’ve died and gone to heaven at the hands of Rex Roberts, and worry there is no turning back.
* * *
Three Weeks Later
“Aaliyah, where are those reports, damn it. I needed them yesterday,” I yell down the office hallway, not surprised when no one answers back.
I haven’t exactly been the best person to be around with this deadline quickly approaching and many loose ends crumbling before us. Aaliyah comes around the corner and dumps a stack of papers on my desk before rolling her eyes and walking off.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Chill, girl,” she says, turning to me with a smile. “I know you don’t. But hell, breathe, lady. It’s not all that bad. Besides, who cares if we miss the deadline by one or two days? It’s happened before.”
As she walks out of the office, I can’t help but think, yeah, no big deal for you. But I have a huge deal riding on this, and I have to come through if I want to get this new position.
My phone dings on the desk, alerting a text message. I look down to see it’s Rex. It has been three weeks since that night at my apartment, and I would be lying if I said I only thought of him every other second. Since then he fills my daydreams and, at night, my bed.
Although, work took him away this last week, and he’s just now getting back into town. I’m excited to see him, although with the shit show I have going on here, I might have to work late instead of being wrapped around him later like I want.
