“They told you what happened? On the golf course?”
“Yes, and at dinner, and the strip club. I saw plenty of pictures.” I roll my eyes.
“So, you know I didn’t cheat. Laney, I would never do that. It’s not who I am. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment you sat down next to me in chemistry class senior year. This may sound crazy, but after that class, I knew you were the girl I was going to marry.”
“It does sound crazy, but I know it’s true. I’m sorry I freaked out. I was feeling so much pressure with the presentation and the wedding and you being so depressed, I think I just sort of snapped. I should have heard you out. I’m sorry.” I lift up onto my toes to kiss him. He accepts my lips willingly, kissing me like a desperate man, suffocating from a lack of oxygen.
“Don’t be sorry, just never leave me again,” he proclaims between kisses. “You’re mine, Laney, and I’m yours. Don’t ever doubt that. No one will ever be you, and nothing or nobody will ever come between us. You’re my foundation, and I need you. I love you.”
“I need you, too.”
“What about love me?”
“That goes without saying. I gave you my heart when I was eighteen, and I never got it back.”
“That’s because it’s mine. All mine.”
“You know what else is yours?”
“What?” he answers in a hoarse whisper. The sound travels down my spine like an electric current.
I pull off my jacket and the blazer underneath, showing off the formfitting black jumper. Kam’s eyes widen and his lips part. He scans the halter top, dragging his eyes over my bare shoulders, my modest cleavage from the plunging neckline, the pinched waist, loose material over my legs and the strappy four inch heels that are to die for.
“Where?” He clears his throat. “Where did you get that outfit from?”
“You like?”
He nods vigorously.
“My mom has an awesome wardrobe.”
“Fuck yeah, she does,” Kam agrees as he slides his hands around my waist and then down to my bottom. “I missed this ass, and these lips, and those eyes, and that smile.” He nips at me.
“Oh, yeah? Take me to bed and show me how much.”
“Done.” He chews on my neck, causing me to squirm and giggle. “Kam, you’re going to give me a hickey!”
“I know. I want you to have one that matches mine.” He bites down hard, and I squeal. “Kam!”
He laughs darkly before letting me go and grabs my hand. Hurrying me into our bedroom, he sits me down on the bed then disappears into his closet.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting this.” He reappears, walks straight over to me, and drops to one knee. “Never take this ring off your finger again. Right here is where it belongs.” He slips the white gold band with magnificent diamond back onto my finger.
I admire it. “Yes, that’s definitely where it belongs. And I definitely belong with you.”
“Damn right, you do. Completely naked.” Kam attacks the clasp at the nape of my neck. He unfastens it in a nanosecond, causing the material to fall to my waist, exposing my bare breasts.
“Fuck, no bra,” he groans, tormented.
“No bra,” I confirm, and he smashes his mouth to mine, massaging both my breasts. We get swept away in the passionate moment, reconnecting, rebuilding, reforging the pathway back to us. Clothes are ripped from our bodies and thrown onto the floor without a second thought. There’s nothing left between us. No reservations or doubts or insecurities. We’re where we’re meant to be. With each other.
Kam runs his tongue all along my body, over my shoulders, between my heaving breasts, down the center of my torso, nibbling my hip bones until he rests right between my thighs. There’s no hesitation, no second thought, he just spreads my legs and claims what’s his. Eating me out with the force of a raging river. I writhe on the bed, my legs wrapped around his head, my hands cemented to his hair.
He swirls his tongue up then down, covering every inch of my slit several times over, stabbing into my entrance when I least expect, and latching onto my clit to close the deal. He sucks with the perfect amount of pressure to make me see stars, and when he sinks his finger inside me, delivering the final blow, I explode. My entire body shakes and my moans hit octaves I wasn’t aware my voice was capable of. Kam just continues to lick and finger me through the tremors, until my body can’t take any more and just gives out.
I lie limp on the bed, panting in my blissed-out state as Kam climbs up my body. He’s all power, raw and animalistic, raging to come.
