My fingers froze in her hair.
“Come again?” I asked.
She repeated herself, “Help me make sure I’m alive.”
“How do you want me to do that?” I asked.
She looked into my eyes, and it was there, written in those soul-searching eyes of hers.
It was then that I realized my mistake.
A mistake that’s been years in the making.
‘Cause it didn’t matter that I didn’t think I was where I needed to be to win all of her back.
She wanted me.
Therefore, she was going to have me.
I slipped off the towel, lowered the covers, grabbed her thighs, and hauled her to the edge of the bed, “You sure?”
She nodded.
I bent my head, and finally, fucking finally, I kissed her.
And with that single kiss.
That single moment in time.
Our lips touching each other’s... time seemed to stop.
Our hands moved over each other.
We growled.
We moaned.
Her little hands tangled in my wet hair, and I buried my face in her neck as I lined my cock up with her entrance.
“Shot?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“No one since you,” I told her ‘cause I needed her to know that.
“Same,” she growled.
And hearing those words, I shoved into her in one powerful thrust.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
She whimpered, “Alexander.”
I froze.
She slapped my ass, “Move.”
I chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.”
