“I asked him if that weasel was the type of man he wanted me to be with, to love fully, to give myself blindly to. I asked him if he would protect me and who would be there when it all fell apart. Then I told him I didn’t think he would be there for me when the nights were too long, and the tears wouldn’t stop coming. It’s the only time I remember him cracking, breaking, in front of me.” Her voice drops to something intimate, something sacred, “I told him he was no longer allowed to be involved in my love life, no matter what, because I couldn’t trust him when it came to my heart.”
“He never pushed again until today?” My words are soft, meant to coax and not startle.
She nods, the action absent at first, but then her eyes focus on me again. “No, and now he knows I won’t be entertaining any of his bullshit when it comes to you. I don’t think it was even about you,” the sadness in her voice guts me, “I think it was just an attempt to control me.”
“Maybe he sees what he could be missing?” I’m afraid my question sounds like a lie wrapped up in possibility, but it’s worth asking all the same.
“No,” the word is hollow, “I don’t think that’s it. But it’s not really my problem.”
I blow out a breath and lower my head until our foreheads are touching. “I’m proud of you.”
The laugh that comes out of her is self-deprecating; it grates against my skin. “Don’t be. He shouldn’t even think he has a say in the first place.”
Imake a humming sound and then stand with her still in my arms. My towel comes undone and falls to the floor leaving me completely naked. It’s barely a blip on my radar. All I want to do is take my woman to bed and worship her until she forgets why she was sad to begin with.
“Rhodes,” her voice is tentative and wary as she looks over my shoulder while I stride to the room that will be ours very soon, “you lost your towel.”
“I’m not going to need it.”
“Oh,” she breathes out just as I kick the door closed behind me.
I lay her out on the bed and undress her with reverence. Every bit of skin I reveal, I kiss. When she arches into my touch, I murmur how gorgeous she is. When she reaches for me, I go willingly.
When my frame finds a home in the cradle of her thighs, peace suffuses through my entire being. Home. That’s exactly what she is for me.
My home.
My forever.
Mine.
I kiss down her neck and love the way goosebumps pop up all over her skin. It makes me want to beat my chest and shout loud enough for the entire world to hear she’s mine. But I don’t need the entire world to know; just her is enough.
“Helen,” I breathe against her skin and take in the way she shivers underneath me, “you’re so damn beautiful. I’m so glad you came to me.”
My mouth teases her skin, kissing and nipping down her body until I get to her perfect tits. They fill my hands up just right and I cup one of them, my thumb gliding back and forth across her nipple until it becomes a hardened point.
“Perfect,” I rasp before I suck her nipple into my mouth.
Her back archesoff the bed and she gasps my name like it’s a prayer. I’ve never heard my name like that from anyone. My dick throbs underneath me and I fight myself not to grind down to give it some relief.
When I nip at the hard peak, she makes a keening sound that has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick. Fuck. I desperately want to be buried inside of her, pounding into her, giving her everything she needs.
I brace myself on my forearm as my other hand slides down her body. When my fingers glide up and down her slit, I find her fucking soaked. My fingers are coated in her shiny juices when I pull my fingers away and ring her other nipple in her arousal.
My mouth covers it, and I let out a groan that is pure sin and destruction. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. And then I’m fucking ravenous.
But my dick is also throbbing and begging to be buried inside of her. I’m torn. I want to taste, but I also want to feel her tight walls around my length.
Helen’s fingers slide into my hair and tug. I release her nipple with a pop as I look up at my woman. Her eyes are glazed over with lust as her hips wiggle underneath me.
“I need you inside of me,” there’s a plea in her voice which has me rocking my hips against her and seeking friction.
“Fuck yes,” I growl.
Her legs fall open and I grip the base of my shaft to guide myself to where I belong. To where I’ll always belong.
The moment her heat kisses my tip, I plunge forward and fill my woman’s tight, wet heat in one sure stroke. We both moan at the sensation.
