He doesn’t miss a beat. He lifts me easily with his arm under my knees and the other behind my back. When we reach the bedroom, he gently lays me down on the bed and devours me with his hungry gaze as if his eyes are seeing me for the first time.
He pulls his shirt off and throws it down. Then, he leans over me on the bed as his gold necklace swings from his neck and the cross swinging from it grazes my chest. He kisses my lips and then trails his lips over my cheek and then to my ear. He licks the shell of it and then nibbles at my earlobe before saying in a husky voice, “I wouldn’t touch you this way if you weren’t Lennon. Trust me, Valkyrie. I love you.”
A tear slides down into my hair and he licks the salty trail from my face. “If you’re not ready to accept it yet, I’ll stop now for your piece of mind. Just say the word,” he says as he helps me out of the familiar leather jacket I put on earlier.
“I’m still not sure who I am, but I do think I relate most to Lennon the more I learn and remember. I’m scared because if you’re wrong, if I’m wrong…”
He rests his forehead against mine. “I understand, babe. But I know this is not wrong.”
He starts to get off the bed and I grab his arm. “Could you forgive me, if we find out I’m not Lennon?”
He stands tall, pulling free of my grasp. “I don’t know how to answer that. Could you forgivemeif that were the case?”
I squeeze my eyes shut before answering. “I’d forgive you, but I don’t know if I could forgive myself. But if I’m not Lennon, then I’m already in big trouble.”
“Why?” he asks with a furrowed brow.
“I’m in trouble because the one thing I’m sure of is I’m in love with you. No matter who I am,” I admit shamelessly.
He stares at me with his jaw muscles ticcing.
“What does that say about me?”
He leans down over me again and trails a finger over my chest. “It says your heart already knows what your mind hasn’t accepted yet.”
“And if this is just a personality side effect of my TBI and I’m not her, Dash? What will it mean for us?”
He closes his eyes. “It would mean we would both need forgiveness I’m sure we’d never find on this side of heaven.”
I nod as another tear escapes. “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to tell me you want me despite everything…all of the what-ifs,” he says.
“I do. I accept the risk I might not be?—”
He cuts me off by kissing me again. He carefully helps me undress before he undresses himself. His gaze, lips, and fingers touch and taste every inch of my body until I’m panting with need.
He teases my skin with his tongue and expert fingers. His mouth finds each of my nipples as his fingers find my center. My legs part for him as if I’m surrendering and calling him back to where he belongs. He has me writhing with need beneath him,and just as I’m about to explode, he removes himself from my body to scoop his jeans off the floor.
He pulls out a foil packet and rips it open before rolling the rubber down his length. Once it’s on, he slides back into the soft cradle of my thighs and kisses my chin and nose, leaving my lips for last.
“Are you sure, Valkyrie?” he asks. His dark brown eyes almost match the color of his blown pupils.
“Yes, I’m sure. I need you, Dash, please. Make love to me. Remind me who I belong to.”
He kisses me again before pulling back to stare into my eyes as he gently slides inside my center. He gives me time to adjust before he moves. His breathing is heavy, and he closes his eyes as I shift my hips.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“No, I’m good.”
He pulls back and moves forward again slowly before working up to a steady rhythm, all the while staring in my eyes. With each thrust, his body takes mine higher. When I finally feel the pressure building for my release, he finds my right hand and brings it above my head before linking his fingers with mine.
He watches me as I release around him squeezing every ounce of pleasure I can and it’s the most intimate thing I’m sure I’ve ever experienced. Then, he falls apart on top of me, still never taking his eyes off mine as he bites his lower lip while slowly moving through the last waves of his own pleasure.
When our breathing returns to normal, he kisses me before moving off the bed to clean up and brings back a warm washcloth for me.
He pulls his boxers back on and then finds a pair of panties and what looks like an oversized T-shirt from the dresser. He helps me get dressed and then we lie together for a few minutes before I lift my head off his chest.
