I smirk, sitting up to pull my shirt over my head and letting it drop to the ground. “Oh, just going to move right in?”
“Absolutely not,” she barks a laugh that makes me grin freely for the first time in years. She speaks as she shimmies out of her black joggers and pulls her white shirt overhead. “You’ll be moving in with me tomorrow. My place is bigger and closer to work.”
“Then, I’m buying you–us–new bedding. And we’ll be making your place,our placevery soon.”
“Deal.” She smiles, and I return it, leaning down to cover her lips with mine. My hands wrap around her small waist and pull her up so our bare skin touches. Even though we were together like this last night, this time… This time it means something more.
And we both know it.
This is forever.
“Make love to me, Ty,” she whispers against my lips as she arches her back under my hands and I melt.
“I will. Always.”
I kiss her softly at first, then lick the seam of her lips and groan when she gives me access to deepen the kiss. One of my hands slides up to her hair and I thread my fingers through the thick locks, keeping her pressed against me.
How could I ever have thought we wouldn’t end up here?
After everything?
Roxie’s part of my soul and I know I’m right where I’m meant to be.
Her thighs wrap around my waist, and she grinds against my hips making my cock start to harden. Before I know what’s happening, Roxie’s hands leave my shoulders and she’s pushing my pants down.
“Here, let me,” I start to lean back but she shakes her head.
“No, no, please, don’t go far.” She pushes the waistband to just below my ass and we both moan when my hard dick meets her soft skin. “We just need this, I just need you. Don’t move from me.”
“Okay, baby. Okay, I’ve got you,” I say softly, pushing a lock of hair away from her face.
I move down to touch her, to get her ready for me, butfuck, my fingers meet her slick wetness and if I wasn’t rock hard before, I am now. My eyes look up to her and I see the need, the want, thepleasein her eyes before she whimpers it, but through it all, I see love. This is special and I want it to be perfect.
“Please, Daddy, I just need you.” Her hand cups my cheek and the pad of her thumb sweeps over my cheekbone. “Just love me, Ty.”
“Always,” I whisper, lining myself up at her entrance before pressing in slowly. Each inch I sink in, the more her mouth opens and she gasps.
“Every time, Roxie. Every fucking time,” I mutter, pressing my forehead to hers to try to restrain myself from thrusting right into her. “I can’t control myself.”
“You have for years,” she says breathlessly as her head falls back. I bite my cheek when I feel her walls pulse around me.
“And it was fucking torture. My version of hell.”
“I only ever wanted to be your heaven,” she whispers.
“You are. And I still don’t know if I deserve it.”
“You do.” She says it so decisively, so honestly, that I believe it a little bit.
I press into her, going further and further until I’m as far into her as I possibly can be.
“There, there,” she gasps, closing her eyes as she arches up so her mouth is against my shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so deep.”
I love when she says that.
My hands go to her thighs and I force them back so her knees touch her chest, and take her even deeper.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Daddy!” she cries out before turning her head and biting the pillow. My hips start to move involuntarily, I need her, I need all of her, and her neck catches my attention. It’s so strong, so long, so tantalizing. And behind her ear, so fucking tiny I would’ve thought it was a mole had I not been paying attention, is a small boxing glove with a T inside.
