She feels so good. So perfect.
"Mine," I groan into the hollow of her throat.
"Yours," she agrees.
"Forever."
"Forever," she echoes.
My mouth presses to the soft skin of her neck, her pulse thrumming under my tongue. I thrust deeper, harder, and Daisy rises up to meet me. My heart feels like it might break through my breast bone, beating with an intensity not from exertion, but because it memorized Daisy a long time ago. She owns me. I want to share all of our holidays, and coffee every morning. I want to be her sounding board, her shoulder.
Daisy's head moves on the pillow, and I place my hand between her head and the headboard, just in case. She grins in a lazy way, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. "You look like you love me, Sailor."
"Only for most of my life." I drop a kiss to her lips, nibbling at the corner. "And the rest of it, too."
Leaning my weight on my right forearm, my Daisy arm disappears between us, sliding down to my destination.
"Oh," Daisy says on a long blink. Sensitized from my earlier work, it's not thirty seconds before Daisy is tipping her head back, crying out.
"So beautiful when you come," I grunt, picking up the pace. Daisy bends her legs, draws her knees up beside her body. I bottom out, heat curling up my spine, and at the last second I palm Daisy's cheek, my thumb pressing over her lips. She opens her mouth, biting down on my finger, and I finish on a roar.
I look down at Daisy. She grins up at me, her teeth still biting my thumb.
I nearly laugh at the playful look in her eyes, but I'm too exhausted to manage it. I roll over onto my side, and she does the same, backing up into me.
"I love you, Sunshine."
"I love you, Sailor."
My nose presses into her hair. "I love you, Daisy."
I feel the release of her slow laughter. "I love you, Penn."
Daisy rises to take a shower, and I join her. Daisy wants to wash the heavy makeup from her face, and I want to be wherever she is. I wash her back, the scent of plum fills the air, and I'm hungry for her again. Palms pressed to the new tile, I take her one more time. Her wet hair covers her back, and I bite down on her shoulder.
Sated and exhausted, we find our way to the kitchen. Daisy whips up two grilled cheeses, and I cut strawberries.
"Cabinets are going in on Tuesday," she says, pointing at the empty space.
"Nice of Duke to handle that for you," I respond. I can be pleasant about the guy now, since he's no longer in my way.
After we eat, we get dressed, and I drive us into the next town so we can avoid running into anybody we know. We are in a bubble now, our own cocoon, and tonight, nobody else is welcome. We pick up ingredients to make spaghetti, and two bottles of champagne, and make it back to her house.
The rest of the night is like being in a fairy tale, but one that involves great sex. Tomorrow I'll work out how I should approach my old house, and Daisy will begin returning wedding gifts, and we will bear the brunt of chatter.
Tonight, we are us. Drunk in love. High on each other.
Chapter 58
Daisy
"Sailor,it's not that I don't love helping, it's just that maybe I'm better suited for other activities."
Today is day one of the Bellamy house renovation, and though I volunteered to be Penn's right-hand, I am deeply regretting my choice.
Penn may have spent the last month since he returned cleaning out the house and donating old furniture that was left behind, but the real work has only just begun.
We need to bring in professionals. The pipes are crusted with mineral deposits from hard water. Calcium is built up on all the faucets and shower heads. The floor is rotted, and when Penn poked at a crack in the drywall, it crumbled and revealed mold.
