“Fucking hell. This pussy is perfection,” he mutters against me. “Heaven under my tongue.”
I bury my hand in his hair as he licks me, exploring every inch of my most sensitive flesh. But I don’t want to come under his tongue. I want to come with him buried deep inside me.
Even though we had sex twice last night to make up for our time apart, I can’t stand the thought of not feeling this man between my legs again, of holding him in my arms and hearing those words fall from his lips again as he comes.
“I love you, Elodie.”
Yeah, I think those are my new favorite words in the world, and they don’t even need to be accompanied by music.
“Henley, I need your cock. Now…”
He lifts his head and crawls over me, sliding in with one slow thrust. “You need me buried inside of you again, huh, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” My back arches from the bed as his lips capture my nipple and tease the bud, his pace relentless as he thrusts deep and hard, filling me completely.
“This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Andyouwere made forme, Elodie.” My eyes find his again as his tongue darts out to wet his lips and he presses them to my own. “I love you,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I love you so fucking much.”
“God, I love you too.” My fingers run through his hair, tightening on the strands as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, I’m close.”
He reaches between us and rubs my clit with his thumb. “I need to watch you come, Elodie. There’s nothing I want more than to watch you fall apart.” He speeds up his movements, taking me higher and higher until I crash over the peak. As I moan and scream through my release, his groans grow in volume until his voice draws out. “Fuccckkk…” And then he collapses on top of me.
Once we’re spent and cleaned up, we return to the bed under the sheets with nothing between us, skin on skin. “Can we call Remy today?” I ask as I drag my nails through his chest hair. “I miss my baby bear.”
“She misses you too.”
“How do you know?”
Henley grows quiet for a moment. “The first night you weren’t there, she fought going to sleep. I knew she was confused because a part of her routine was gone—you. So, I found a clip online of you singing that song you wrote for her and played it for her. She fell asleep almost instantly.”
“Oh my God.” My eyes sting with tears. “Henley, I—I want to go back to Blossom Peak right now.”
His chuckle vibrates against my cheek. “I’m ready when you are, but I imagine you’re not finished here yet.”
“No,” I pout. “I have a few more meetings with the label, and then I have to fly out to Nashville.”
“What’s in Nashville?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you last night.” I twist to face him, resting my chin on his chest. “My main point of contact will be in Nashville since they want me working with country artists, so even less of a commute. And that way I can still be Remy’s nanny.”
He drags a finger down my cheek. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Elodie.”
“Thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“That’s not true. And by the way, Carol agreed to help with care for Remy when you have to work, so you can be in our lives, but not as Remy’s nanny. You’re my girlfriend moving forward.”
“But…”
“And one day, you’ll be more to my daughter than just my girlfriend, but we can talk about that later.”
Emotion clogs my throat, but I swallow it down. “I also didn’t get a chance to tell you this last night, but my song for Remy has already been secured for an artist. That’s what prompted Sandra to call me. The singer requested it.”
“Who is it?”
“I—I can’t say yet.”
