“I’m not freaked out either. I meant what I said.”
His thumb moved up and a spark burned from his touch to her centre. “What makes you think I’ll say yes?”
The laugh he gave was low, rumbling through her. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t want to give me any other answer.”
His kiss was sweet, while their fingers fumbled to touch without them moving apart. Her hand stroked his length, the sensation of silk sliding over steel adding to the wetness between her legs. Her nipples were hard, and her body seemed to understand. That she wanted to be ready for this fast, wanted to take him into her body and be as close as they could. After today. After wondering if she’d never get to touch him again.
Alex’s hand dipped lower, sliding a finger over her clit to her entrance. He flicked over it, back over her clit, spreading her wetness and inducing the start of an orgasm.
She linked her leg over his hip, angling them so she could guide his cock to her entrance. It was an awkward position, one which didn’t lend itself to much movement or depth, but every inch of her skin felt like it was next to his.
She gasped as he filled her, his hand moving her leg higher, giving him the chance to go deeper, then slowly they began to move. Their kisses were short, tender, her hand holding on to his shoulder.
The only feeling right now was of them. Nothing else existed, the day had gone, but they were still there and they had each other. Alex’s movements became a little harder, a little deeper, the root of his cock catching her clit, the feeling of being filled by him taking her closer and closer to the edge.
She came quietly, her eyes open, seeing him watch her and she felt adored. Safe. Loved.
He followed, his orgasm filling her up and then he slowed, staying inside her.
“I love you.” His words were a whisper in the dark.
“I love you.”
It was all that they needed to say.
Twenty-One
Abby was woken by the ringing of her phone. Muscular arms were wrapped around her, a hard chest pressed against her back. Alex liked to spoon. This was a good thing. The sound of her phone became background noise for a moment while she calibrated where she was, then she felt the man in bed with her begin to stir.
Reaching over to the bedside table, she grabbed the phone and squinted at the screen, eyes still blurry with sleep. She focused enough to see it was Kenny calling.
“Who is it?” Alex slowly propped himself up, entangling his legs from hers.
“Kenny. I wonder if Tilly’s had the baby.”
She answered but it wasn’t Kenny’s voice that she heard.
“Milly! You’re an aunt! I have a baby girl!”
It was like the last two years hadn’t happened, but then that was her sister.
“Wow. Matilda…. How are you? How’s she? When do I get to see you?” Abby had so many words it was difficult to control the flow. “I can’t believe you’re a mum.” It felt like two minutes ago since Abby was reminding her sister to do her homework or put her phone away and go to sleep.
There was a noise that sounded like a combination of a laugh and a cry. “Me neither. I hope I can do this.” There was a sniffle.
“You’ll be fine. You have Kenny…”
“If he ever stops crying. Seriously, it’s meant to be me in tears. He’s just turned into a blubbering wreck since he first held her. Wuss.” Tilly’s voice sounded just the same as it had the last time Abby had spoken to her.
Alex was laughing next to her.
“When are you coming over? You know, now no one is trying to kill us anymore. Seriously, sis, it’s all been a bit mental. We’re in the hospital for another day or so, then we’re going to the house we have in Manchester, seeing as the one here is a bit ruined. How’s Alex, your boyfriend, that’s his name, isn’t it?” Tilly’s sentences were rapid and Abby did wonder whether some monitor was showing a decline in oxygen in her sister’s blood.
Alex took the phone off her. “Yep, Alex is my name. We’ll head over in half an hour. I need to see my colleague too, and Abby’s dying to see you.”
Abby saw the smile he gave her. She was twitchy, he’d noticed. But then she knew he noticed everything.
“I’m on Ward Three A in the maternity wing. Please bring chocolate.” Abby heard Tilly’s voice go into demand mode. “And thank you for looking after my sister. I may be saying that for the next thirty years because you have no idea how bad I feel for making her give everything up to find me…” The sobs were loud.
