"Let's not talk about him. He's dead, it's over. I just want to forget. Make me forget," she replied.
"I can do that." He picked her up and carried her inside. He kicked the door closed, then carried her to the bedroom where he placed her on her feet. He gripped the dress she wore and slowly lifted it up her body and over her head. Then he tossed it aside. He leaned in and kissed her heatedly. His hands caressed her body as she arched into him.
"I was so afraid I'd never feel your touch again," she whispered.
"I would have never given up searching for you, darlin'," he assured her. "Not until I found you." He removed her bra, then dropped to his knees to remove her panties. He draped one leg over his shoulder and leaned in to dip his tongue into her folds. "Already so wet for me. I love it."
"Fuck, Yaeger. I love the things you do to me." She gripped his hair and rode his face as he slid two fingers into her, curling them to hit her g-spot.
"That's it, take your pleasure, darlin'," he said against her before he sucked on her swollen clit.
"Yes, oh fuck yes," she cried out as she started to shake.
He knew she was close, so he slid a third finger into her, stroking her sweet spot with all three, as he gently bit down on her clit.
The combination of pleasure and pain was enough to send her crashing over with a scream. When she started to collapse, he caught her and helped her onto the bed.
"Tell me what you want, darlin'."
"I want your cock inside me," she panted.
"Your wish is my command," he said, stripping and moving over her. He settled between her thighs and leaned in and kissed her as he slowly entered her. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he began to move. "I love you, Frankie," he said, watching her.
"You do?" she asked.
"I do. More than anything else in this world."
"That's good because I love you, too. So much it scares me."
He kissed her again and focused on bringing her pleasure. He moved slowly at first, prolonging their lovemaking as long as possible, but soon his thrusts picked up speed.
"Fuck, darlin', you feel so good."
"So do you," she said as her nails raked his back. "I'm so close."
He slipped a hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit. "Then come for me."
She came with his name on her lips and it was music to his ears. A few more pumps of his hips and he crashed over the edge as well. He collapsed onto the bed beside her and pulled her into him.
"You really love me? It wasn't just the moment talking?"
"I really love you," he replied, kissing her temple. "It scares me, too, Darlin'. I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone, but here we are. All I know is I'm never letting you go."
"You better not." Then she frowned. "There's still the little matter of you with Tara in your lap."
"She roofied me. That fucker paid her five grand to roofie me and get me in a compromising position to drive a wedge between us. I swear to you, I have no interest in her."
"I'll have to kick your ass if you're lying to me," she growled.
"I swear on my life, darlin'. You're the only one I want."
"I believe you," she finally said. She stifled a yawn and snuggled against him.
"Get some sleep," he said and kissed her gently. "We're far from done, so you need your rest," he added.
He held her and rubbed her side as she drifted off. Sleep was a long time coming for him, though. He laid there watching her, thanking the gods they'd found her when they did. Slowly, his eyes closed and sleep finally pulled him under.
Epilogue
