“Hey, look at me.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. Not right now.”
She gripped my chin and forced my eyes in her direction. “Now, Dean. I didn’t give you a choice.”
I sighed as I gazed into her eyes. “I don’t know how you’re ever going to forgive me.”
She smiled softly. “I’ve already forgiven you, Dean. I love you. I never stopped loving you. You just have to forgive yourself. You have to allow yourself to accept the decisions you made, okay?”
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t deserve you; you know.”
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek softly. “You deserve more than you realize. You paint yourself as this person that simply doesn’t exist. You think you’re cold-hearted, and mean, and grizzly, and broken. But, the truth of the matter is that you may be a bit hardened on the outside, but you’re still the same softy Dean I fell in love with all those years ago.”
I grinned. “I was never a softy.”
She winked. “Maybe not always. But, mostly.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I love you, Lexi.”
She smiled so brightly that her eyes almost closed. “I love you too, Dean.”
“Do you think you could ever forgive me for this?”
She knocked her knuckles against my head softly. “Hello? Is anyone there? I already told you that I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you a long time ago. Not too long after I gave birth, actually. Anger isn’t a productive emotion. It does nothing except rob you of your energy and time, and I didn’t want to spend my time being angry with a man that died overseas because I figured… why? Why be upset when his death wasn’t his fault?”
I pulled her in for another tight hug. “You’re outstanding, you know that?”
She wrapped her arms tightly around me. “Not as outstanding as you.”
I buried my face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her soft skin. She sighed for me, her back bowing as she pressed her body closer to mine. My lips puckered, kissing her softly as she melted into me.
And as I backed her toward the couch, the two of us tumbled down to the cushions.
“Is this smart?” she asked breathlessly.
I cupped her clothed breast as I kissed along her jawline. “We won’t have a lot of privacy where we’re going.”
She wrapped her legs around me. “Then, by all means, continue, handsome.”
I wanted to completely strip her down and enjoy every inch of her body. I wanted to slide to the floor and worship her the way she deserved. But we’d have time for that at a later date.
Right now, all I wanted was her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
“Come here,” I growled.
She squealed as I pushed her summer dress up over her belly button. I pulled my cock out effortlessly as she gripped tightly to my leather jacket. I pushed my jeans down to my knees, guiding the tip of my thickness toward her wet entrance.
And as I eased myself inside, the feeling of her stole my breath away.
“Oh, fucking hell,” she whispered.
I pumped softly. Slowly. Allowing her body to open for me at the pace it wished. And with every inch her pussy devoured, my body rededicated itself to her. It was as if I had been given a massive “restart” button, and all I had to do was press it.
So, as my hips finally sank against her own, I pinned her wrists to the cushions so she couldn’t move.
Before I pulled all the way out and plunged back into her depths.
Eighteen
