“I missed you. So fucking much,” he murmurs against my lips.
A soft breath escapes. “Me too.”
I shift over him, pushing him onto his back as my robe loosens and falls open. Through the darkness, he stares up at me, hands moving over my skin with intention. The heat between us rises, and it burns away the desire to take things slowly. I’ve waited for this for so long, the chance to have him without questioning whether it’s right or wrong. Without questioning whether we’re irreparably broken.
Without fear.
I lean down to kiss him and melt into his warmth, reveling in how his body fits beneath mine. His hands tighten aroundmy waist, and I grind against him, feeling him growing harder between my legs.
There’s no denying how badly I want him, and now he knows it, too,feelsit, that I’m wet, ready.
“Blue…”
I never get tired of the sound of my name rolling off his lips. There’s this undertone of ownership that makes my heart race, makes my legs spread just a little wider.
The tip of his cock teases my entrance, and I’m tired of waiting. So, when he reaches between us, angling himself in just the right way, I lower onto him slowly.
The breath that leaves me drips with need and relief. I go slow, taking him a little at a time as he stretches me. Both his hands are back on my waist now, and my palms press into his pecs, gripping him as my mouth falls open.
A deep, guttural sound resonates in his chest when I’m fully seated on him. His solid length fills me, and when he thrusts up, pushing deeper, it’s like everything that’s been broken between us is finally being put back together.
“I love you.”
His whispered confession causes another breath to hitch as I match his rhythm, riding him slow because I want to feel all of him.
Everything.
“I love you, too.”
He’s hitting all the right places, and there’s no way this isn’t what heaven feels like. His pace quickens, and I meet him thrust for thrust, my body moving instinctively.
I tighten around him, the heat building to an inferno. I’m a woman possessed, chasing release as he pushes me to my limit, right toward the edge.
He flips me with one swift motion onto my back, driving into me again and again. I’m so close. My body is no longer my own. It’s his to command, to control, to use as he pleases, and I give myself over to him willingly.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders, and waves of pleasure crash into me, pulling me under. His name rolls off my lips as my body convulses around him, and he follows me right after, pulsing into me as he growls against my ear.
Deep, primal… intoxicating.
I pull him in, needing more. Needing to be as close as I can get, feeling him completely as he empties into me. When he’s spent, he doesn’t move, just places soft kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
We’re in a dizzying haze as our breathing slows. I don’t want to move, don’t want him to pull out, don’t want to break the connection. I’m exactly where I want and need to be.
West breathes into my hair, and I tilt my head back. He kisses me, slow and sensual, saying all the things words can’t.
When he finally pulls back, I see it in his eyes. Not the fear and desperation that’s haunted us for months. Not the sadness that once lived there.
Tonight, all I see is contentment.
He trails my cheek with his thumb, soft and gentle. “You okay?”
I nod, then turn his palm to my face and place a kiss there. “More thanokay.”
He stares a moment longer, like he can hardly believe I’m here, but I need him to know what’s true.
That I’m not going anywhere. That I’m his, and I always will be.
“Welcome home,” he says quietly, and those words settle over my heart.
