"So don’t."
I’ve let her go once before, and I won’t do it again.
She’s it for me.
But I won’t tell her that.
Not yet, anyway.
"I don’t have any clothes," she protests, biting her lip with a mischievous, knowing smirk on her face.
Standing up from the bed, still naked, I head toward my wardrobe and find a plain black t-shirt for her to sleep in, and no doubt add to her new collection.
"Sleep in this." I throw it onto the bed at her feet and make my way to my ensuite. Pulling open the second drawer, I pull out a bright blue toothbrush, still in its packet. "You can have this one to keep here." I place it on the marble, black, stone countertop in the bathroom before I head back into the bedroom, where she now sits on the edge of the bed. Sheet wrapped firmly around her while she clutches her new pajamas.
Smile burnished across her face.
"And as for underwear," I say with a smirk. "You won’t be needing any. But for when you do, I will have these washed, dried, and ready for you whenever you decide to go home," I saywhile picking up her white lace matching set from the ground and heading toward the laundry. "Until then, this house is an underwear free zone," I shout over my shoulder without looking back.
Her chuckle fades behind me, drowned out by the sound of my shower water running, and I know she’s given in.
She’s decided to stay.
It feels like I’ve just won MVP for the second time.
Leaning against the doorframe of my bathroom, I watch as she stands with her back to me, hair sitting at the top of her head as she lets the water drape over her body, over her perfectly round ass.
"Would you like to join me?" she says without turning to face me, and I get flashbacks of having to turn down this exact request a week ago.
Thanks, alcohol.
It was the hardest‘thank you, but no thank you’of my fucking life, but I don’t regret it.
This moment, right here, is what I hoped for. Way better than any drunken revenge fuck.
"I thought you would never ask."
Standing behind her with my cock pressed up against her back, she leans her body into mine as I dip my chin into the crook of her neck and wrap my arms around her waist.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she whispers her reply.
"I told you before that once we do this, there’s no going back, and I meant it. Now even more so," I reply. Turning her to face me, I lift her chin up with my finger, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"Good. Because your bed is so comfy, I don’t think I’m ready to give it up yet." She giggles as she places a gentle kiss on the scar below my collarbone.
"Just my bed?" I gently tickle under her ribcage to hear her laughter roar again.
"I guess the sex isn’t too bad." She pokes her tongue out at me before turning once more, so we’re chest to back and my hands trace her stomach.
"It isn’t too bad?" I scoff, pretending to be offended. "Baby, no man is ever going to come even close to me. You’re never going to want anyone else," I tease. My tone is light, but I mean every word that comes out of my mouth.
There’s no going back.
We didn’t sleep the rest of the night.
I spent it memorizing and worshipping every inch of her body so I would never forget how it felt to be with the woman my body has longed for since I was sixteen.
