I just want him.
“Phillipe, she was angry. We always say or write things when we’re angry.”
Closing his eyes, he places the journal by him on the bed.
I’m disappointed. I want to know more. I want to know what else she wrote.
Spreading his legs apart, he beckons me forward. I step between his naked thighs as he raises his hands to my hips. Leaning forward, he places his mouth against my stomach, just above my navel. I take a deep breath and bring my hands to hishair. I brush it softly and ease his head back, so his eyes are focused on mine.
“She loved you completely. Even when she was angry, she wrote that she loved you.”
Blinking slowly, he remains silent.
“She was intoxicated, just as I am.”
He flicks his tongue against the small indentation in my tummy. Against my flesh, he says, “God help me, so am I.”
He didn’t leave me alone for long. He came back, not even ten minutes later, and held me in his arms.
“Don’t be angry at me,” he begged.
There was no way I could stay annoyed.
Wrapping my arms around him, I admitted, “I’m scared.”
He pulled back from me to kiss my forehead. “What are you scared of?”
Taking a deep breath, I decided to be honest because he was always honest with me. “I’m scared of losing you. Sometimes I wish I’d never told you to go to the gallery.”
I closed my eyes as he stroked my hair.
“Nothing, Chantel,nothingwill ever take me away from you.”
Tears formed in my eyes, and I tried to blink them away. I tried to hide them from him.
“Will you do something for me?” he asked.
I swiped my eye and nodded. “Yes. What is it?”
“Come to town with me.”
“Phillipe, it’s nearly one a.m.”
“It doesn’t matter. This place stays open late.” He took my hand in his. “Trust me?”
I smiled tremulously at him. “I trust you.”
I can feel Phillipe’s teeth as he nibbles around my navel. He moves back, and the sheet falls away to reveal his interested cock.
“Come up here,” he says gruffly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle his thighs, wedging his shaft between us. He runs his hands up my back and down to my ass.
“Are you sore?”
I nod slightly. “A little.”
His fingers flirt with the crack of my ass, and finally, a small smile appears at the corner of his mouth. “Was it worth it?”
