And I’m more than willing to give her everything.
Always.
Forever.
When my lips meet hers, I slide inside of her, loving the way her hard nipples scrape against my chest. She writhes underneath me and we both groan when I’m buried deep inside of her.
As I start to move, she matches me. Finding this with her, chasing our pleasure, feels natural. Like something has always been and will be again.
“I need to feel your tight pussy squeeze my cock, Sweetheart,” I rasp the words, my balls drawing up and tingles zipping along my skin with every thrust.
“More,” she gasps.
And I give her exactly what she needs. I pump my hips fast and hard, burying myself as deep as I can go every time I fill her.
Helen’s nails scrape down my back and my lip curls back as I snarl and fuck her even harder. She takes it all beautifully and I’m in awe of her.
Or I would be if desire wasn’t drowning me, baptizing me in a love I never thought to imagine.
We come together and it’s all the cliches. Fireworks. Stars. Floating. It’s also so much more.
Our skin cools as we lay together, a mess of tangled limbs and hopeful hearts. Whispered words wrap around the moment as we find ways to stitch the two of us together in a way that will last forever.
CHAPTER 15
RHODES
I turn as I start my espresso machine to find Helen standing there with wide eyes. She looks around, a little closer than she did last night. The espresso machine. The two syrups next to it. The drizzle bottle of caramel.
And it’s right next to the coffee machine G-Bets insisted I take with me when I moved out of her house. Yes, it still works and it makes a cup of coffee which tastes like home. I’ve become obsessive about cleaning it and taking care of it. I don’t know what I’ll do if it ever fritzes out.
It’s possible I would cry.
And I’m positive coffee would never taste the same again.
“Is that flavor syrup?” The surprise and confusion in her voice is adorable.
“Vanilla and Almond. Right?”
Helen blinks at me a few times. “Am I still asleep?”
She looks around furtively like she’s peering through the looking glass while expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and tell her it’s all a joke. But it’s no fucking joke. Helen deserves to be treated like a fucking queen.
I’m more than willing to give up a little bit of counter space to ensure she can get the perfect coffee right here. The bonus is getting a few more minutes with her.
“Ithink I’ve had this dream before,” she whispers out of one side of her mouth.
I bark out a laugh before stalking toward her. Her brown eyes meet mine and widen as she stumbles back a step, but she’s not fast enough. One hand shoots out and tangles in her hair, holding her in place. My other hand grips her hip, and my fingers dig into her soft curve there.
“You’re not dreaming, Sweetheart.”
Her pink lips curl into a shy smile. The expression on her face is all innocence and hope.
“I’m not sure,” her voice is suspicious. “You like your coffee black. I remember from Uncommon Grounds.”
“I do,” I agree.
“But you have the two flavor syrups I like along with the caramel for a drizzle. I can’t see why you would have them, unless this is a dream,” her voice has a distant quality, like she’s dazed.
