JD seals his lips over mine to capture my drawn-out scream. I think I start chanting his name, but I’m not entirely sure. I feel him expand and thicken inside of my still fluttering walls, and then a pulsing heat fills me as he emits a sexy groan, followed by a long moan that sounds like my name.
It takes a few minutes for our breathing and our senses to return to normal. The first thing I feel in my post-orgasmic bliss is the belt loosening around my wrists. Once my hands are free, I reach for him. We’re both slicked with sweat and I feel his release leaking out of me where we’re still joined.
I look up at him. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“I know.” He lovingly kisses me, and I smile. He smiles back.
“Okay,” I tell him.
I’m on birth control but it’s not always one hundred percent effective. I think we both just admitted without saying it that neither one of us would mind if I got pregnant. The mere thought of one day carrying JD’s child has me giddy with joy.
“Do you need me to move? Am I too heavy?” he asks between peppering kisses across my face and down my neck.
“No. Stay where you are. I want to stay like this for a while if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he replies, focusing his attention on nibbling the skin behind my ear.
“I never thought I would have this again—being with you, I mean.”
He props himself up on his forearms and I play with the hair along his forehead. It’s longer at the top now but cut short on the sides. It looks really good on him.
“I wish we could have the past five years back,” he says as he runs his thumbs down my temples, pushing the wayward strands of hair back. “I can promise from now on that every day will be filled with many more nights like this.” He grins with a tinge of wickedness. “And mornings, noons, afternoons, and evenings.”
“So basically, twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week sex? Sign me up.”
JD’s laugh is light and easy. “Want to go take a shower and do it all over again?”
“That depends,” I say with all seriousness.
“On?”
“You’ll see,” I reply, being evasive.
“I know we have work tomorrow, but tomorrow night, do you think Renee or Shelby would mind watching Connor for the evening?”
He shifts off me and rolls to the side, bringing me with him. I cuddle my cheek against his chest and listen to the solid thump of his heartbeat.
“I’m pretty sure Renee would be up for it. Why?” I purposely do not include Shelby.
“I want to tell you everything. No more secrets.”
I lift my head, staring at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m sure. We can’t move forward until we do.”
He’s right.
“I need to tell you something too.”
“Tomorrow night, then?”
“Tomorrow night,” I agree.
Rolling off the bed and scooping me up at the same time, he walks us into the large master bath.
“I’m ready for my shower surprise.”
He turns on the water and steam soon fills the room.
