“Yes.”
“I’m never lettin’ you go again.”
His words tip me over the edge as my climax hits me hard, and it’s that much sweeter when he thrusts up, spilling inside me with a long, hard groan. Nothing has ever sounded so sweet.
We’re both a panting, blithering mess as we try to catch our breaths. He buries his face in my neck. “I was stupid to ever let you go. Forgive me.”
“I do,” I say, kissing the top of his head. “It’s in the past, like we said. We have to move on.”
“I need you.”
Hearing him say those words. I try to hold back the emotion, but I can’t, not this time. When he raises his head, confusion crosses his face. “I need you, too,” I say.
“Are you…” He doesn’t say anymore. Instead, he wipes my tears with his thumbs. “I never want to make you cry. Ever.”
“They’re not tears of sadness.”
“I swear to god I will never hurt you ever again. We’ll talk it through. I won’t pretend I know what’s best for you, or tell you what to do, but we have to talk about how we’re feelin’. That’s the only way it’s gonna work.” When he wipes under my eyes again, this time he licks the pad of his thumb, tasting my tears.
“I know,” I whisper. “I feel like I can tell you anything.”
“You can. I promise, nothin’ you say to me will change the way I feel about you.”
“I feel the same way.”
“Even after I tell you I took Connor out to the bayou?”
I push back to look down at him. “You didn’t.”
He stares at me blankly as my eyes widen. Then a slow grin creeps across his face. “You really think I’d do that?”
“Uh, yes, of course I think you’d do that, and that puts me in an awkward position given my job.”
He bumps his hips. “I think I like your position right here, little lady.”
I kiss him. “I’m sure you do.” I start to pull off him and he stops me.
“Where you goin’?”
“Don’t we need to clean up?” I ask.
He thinks for a second. “How big is your shower?”
I shake my head, that mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know the whole premise of the shower is to clean oneself, not to make more of a mess.”
He shrugs. “Depends on which way you look at it. We get messy again, then we clean off. Simple.”
“Then we go back to bed and I doubt you’ll keep your hands to yourself,” I say matter-of-factly. “So we rinse and repeat.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re a sexy woman who has a body made for sin, in any case, you’ve survived on less sleep than this.”
My face flushes when I think about some of our escapades when we were younger. Having sex anywhere we could when we each lived at home. His truck. The park. My grandmother’s bathroom — she wasn’t home at the time. “Yes, I’m having a vision right now.”
He chuckles and I like the sound. I like Haze happy.
I sober as we stay wrapped around one another. “What if we fuck it up again?” I whisper.
“We won’t. We love each other too much. We’re magnets. We can’t keep away from one another.”
