Page 155 of Come Back to Me

“I’m getting there.”

“Let.” I kiss her cheek. “Me.” I kiss the nape of her neck. “See.” I kiss her clavicle. “If.” I feather kisses on both breasts. “I.” I kiss her stomach. “Can.” I leave kisses in between both of her thighs. “Help.” I kiss abovethe waistband of her underwear.

She whimpers, and her body trembles after each kiss.

“Please,” she whines.

“Use your words.”

“I want you to help me warm up.”

Taking off my wet T-shirt and shorts, I climb back on top of her. “What?”

“How do you have muscles on top of muscles?” She runs her hand down to my abs.

“Maybe I’m going to the gym too much. I don’t know.” I help her take her wet graphic tee off and slide her ripped jean shorts down to her ankles, pulling them off. “Where should I put our clothes?”

Fuck me.

She’s the most gorgeous woman in the entire goddamn universe. I think the wet hair is making her look even more stunning, but I can’t express how much I want her.

Right here.

Right now.

“You can put them in the white basket in the corner over there.”

When I turn back around to face her, her eyes are wide and her mouth is hanging open.

“What’s wrong?”

“What is that tattoo on your spine?”

“I fucked up and got drunk one of the nights after I got dispatched from the hospital. I thought it would be funny to get a tattoo of a violet.”

“Why didn’t you get it removed?”

I sit upright on the bed. “If I tell you why, you’ll laugh at me.”

“I would never laugh at you. Please tell me.” She sits upright, our knees touching.

“Even though you weren’t physically in my life anymore, Iwanted to have some part of you with me wherever I went. You have a permanent space on my back and in my heart.”

Her hypnotizing blue eyes fill up with tears, and she kisses me on my forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

She climbs on top of me, wrapping her legs around my waist and running her fingers through my hair. She stares at me intensely, making me smile like an idiot.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I tuck a stray tendril of her hair behind her ear.

“I haven’t been more sure about anything in a long time.”

“If you feel uncomfortable, or in pain, or you simply want to stop, tell me. Okay, Vi?”

“Okay, Gray.”

Rolling off Violet, I end up lying next to her. Our breathing is heavy, and she meets my gaze. “That was nothing like the first time.”