Christ.
Fuck.
Christ.
He shifted so he could rest his forehead against the back ofher neck.
She shifted too.
So her thumb was pressed dead center in his palm.
“Our life can be at your throat, but Iwannabe here, Jagger,” she said.“In the palm of your hand.”
Now he was getting why she kept touching his palm.
“Then you’ll be there,” he told her back.
“When the time comes, you pick my symbol.”
“Okay.”
“Like when the time comes, you give me what you need to letgo.I won’t ask again.I’ve come to terms.I’ll wait a day.I’ll wait fourdecades.Unhurt.Unstruck.Unbeaten.That’s mine to give to you always.Youtell me when you trust I can take your hurt and leave you with peace.Notbefore.In your time.On your terms.”
Christ.
Fuck.
Christ.
He dug his head into her back.
She gave him long moments.
Then she said, “You fuck like a goddamn animal.”
This was not a complaint.
He let out a big breath.
Then he grinned.
Now only semi-hard, he slid out, turned her again, scootingher up for comfort, and bent over her.
She curled her legs around his hips and combed her fingersthrough his hair, her eyes roaming his face.
His did the same to hers.
She looked sexy, sated, all good.
That had been deep.It had rocked both their worlds.
And there he was, in her arms, and they were both all good.
“Ready for the second-best ride you’re gonna get today?”heasked, referring to putting her on the back of his bike and taking off into themountains.
“Absolutely,” she answered.“But first, I need a shower, youneed to pour me coffee, and also get me off your table or you’re gonna have acum stain on your felt.”
They would own that table until he died and he would neverforget fucking his woman for the first time on it.
