But it wasn’t restlessness keeping him up.
It was her.
It was the quiet way she’d curled into him like she belonged there.
It was the soft hitch in her breath when he told her she was his.
It was the ache in his chest knowing he had to leave in a few hours—and the impossible pull not to.
He kissed the back of her shoulder, barely a brush.
Ali shifted in her sleep, her body instinctively pressing closer. He ran a hand down her side, slow and careful, fingertips skimming the curve of her waist, her hip, her thigh. She let out a soft sigh.
“Ali,” he whispered.
She stirred. “Mm?”
He slid his hand lower, between her thighs, and found her already warm, already yielding. She gasped softly, her hips shifting in invitation.
Dylan kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder. “Turn over for me, baby.”
She did, slow and languid, her eyes blinking open to meet his in the moonlight.
He settled between her thighs, bare skin brushing hers, his cock already hard and throbbing, but he didn’t rush. He just looked at her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice thick with sleep and something heavier.
Ali reached up and cupped his jaw. “I missed this.”
“I missed you.” He leaned down and kissed her—slow, deep, sweet. The kind of kiss that undid him more than any orgasm.
He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, carefully, watching every flicker in her eyes as her mouth dropped open, as her back arched just a little. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
“Gawd,” she whispered, breath catching. “Dylan…”
He set a rhythm—gentle, deliberate. Rocking into her like they had all the time in the world. No rush. No pressure. Just this. Her gasps filled the room, soft at first, then sharper as he angled his hips just right.
Her hands clung to his back, her nails digging in slightly when he hit that spot that made her legs tense around him.
“You feel so good, Ali,” he murmured, lips brushing her jaw. “So soft. So fucking perfect.”
She whimpered, her voice barely a breath. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promised, kissing her again, holding her face in his hands like she was breakable and his all at once. “I’m right here.”
And he made love to her like that—slow, deep, unrelenting. Until her soft moans turned into cries. Until her eyes squeezed shut and her body shuddered around him. Until she came again, clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.
And only then, with her trembling beneath him, did he let himself fall too.
Silently. Completely.
Right into her.
Come Back…Be Here
Ali
Ali stirred at the sound of the dresser drawer sliding shut.
