Go away, sunshine. Bring back the night.
“I do love you,” I whisper, rocking into his touch.Please don’t hate me later.
“Fuck the rest, teacup. Just be here with me. Tell me what you need.”
You,my heart bleeds.
You,my pulse pounds.
But not a sound do I allow from my mouth.
“This is what I think about when you’re not around.” His words are a lick of heat. “Nights alone with my cock in my hand, I think of this pussy, warm and wet, waiting for me.”
Everything pulls tight at the confession, the husky quality of his admission.
“This body.”
I inhale sharply as he hooks my leg.
“This face.”
I’m so slick and ready for this, the satin glide of him making us both moan.
“This . . .”
I cry out as he anchors us together with his first thrust.
“. . . heart.”
My hand still hooked around his neck, I pull him close so he can’t see my tears.
“Te sientes jodidamente bien. You feel so fucking good,” he groans in my ear. “So tight.Te amo con locura.Ryan, I fucking love you.” His lips lay claim to my neck as his words break my heart.
He cups my breast, his other hand sinking lower to swipe tight circles around my clit. The undulation of his hips, our bodies locked and rocking together. My fingers twisting in the sheets.
“I won’t let you go.”
Go away, sunshine. Let him lie to me a little more.
“Tell me that you hear me.”
“Yes.” A whisper as a sweet agony ripples through my insides.
“Yes,” he echoes, feeling it too. “I’ve got you, darlin’. You’re not alone anymore. You can let go.”
Chapter 38
Matt
My stomach rumbles, hunger clawing at my insides. I stretch out along the bed, the sensation flooding my arms, legs, and chest with those feel-good endorphins. I feel grand—kind of amazing, actually. Until the mattress gives under the weight of my falling hand. Instead of finding Ryan, it only finds space.
No. I swallow over the unspoken word.Not again ...
The sheets rustle as I sit, the lack of noise the first thing I notice. I throw my legs out of bed and slip on last night’s pants, extra careful with the zipper. No need to worry. My pocket-rocket workaholic is probably in the office.
She was more excited about decorating the office than a nursery,my brain unhelpfully supplies as I make my way into the hallway. It doesn’t mean anything. Anything other than she’s been in the world alone for so long her leaps of faith are just hard earned.
But that’s behind us now. She loves me. And with my body, heart, and soul, I’ll always be hers.
