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“Very wicked.” He captured my lower lip and bit on it gently.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked. “You’ve made remarkable progress, but the doctors said you should rest.”
“The only medicine I need is you.”
I ran a hand over his hard chest and traced the grid on his stomach. “You know just what to say to make me sizzle and melt.”
“You just have to exist to make me happy.” His next kiss was all passion, lips, and tongues, stoking my fire until my panties were wet. “So,” he murmured when he ended the kiss. “Enough days have passed since you got your birth control shot back at the hospital.”
“You’ve been keeping track.” Our eyes locked and the need we shared flared between us. “Are you on countdown mode?”
“Skin to skin,” he breathed. “Are you gonna make my dreams come true?”
“When you look at me like that,” I whispered between more kisses. “How can I not? Besides, I’ve missed you so much.”
His sexy smile sent thrill whispering an erotic melody throughout my body. “Help your one-handed worshipper get you naked, please.”
He worked his mouth over mine as he slowly stripped me, with my help, of course. My shirt came off first, then my skirt, followed by my bra. His eyes feasted on me as if I were his very own wonder. He nuzzled and licked my breasts as he lowered my panties, which I ended up throwing over my shoulder.
“I can’t have you missing me.” He nibbled on my earlobe. “That would be a crime, soulmate neglect. As long as you want me, you’re never gonna go without it—I mean, me.”
“Oh, I want you.” I flicked my tongue along the side of his neck and brushed my lips over his throat. “I want you so badly my pussy wants me to tell you all kinds of dirty, filthy things.”
“Do tell.” He wrapped his arms around me, and using his good hand, worked his skilled fingers all over me.
I whispered all kind of naughty endearments andwatched in delight as his erection reacted to me. I sank into the world of his exquisite caresses. The room whirled around me as we reviewed some of those delicious lessons he’d given me. At some point, we ended up working our mouths and each other in what he called a succulent sixty-nine. When I couldn’t handle it any longer, I turned, straddled his lap, and looked down into his luminous eyes.
“Angel on top,” he announced with a straight face, and I discovered that every part of me could laugh and pulse with excruciating desire at the same time—my lips, my throat, my nipples, my pussy.
“I can’t wait,” I guided him into my drenched depths.
“Me neither.” In one thrust, he filled me up completely.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned. No latex separated our skins. It was a heady sensation that had me heaving in delight.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, his bright eyes fixed on my face as I ground my hips. “Missy Astor, you do know how much I love you, don’t you?”
“Oh, I know.” I leaned over him and murmured against his mouth. “Just as you should know that I adore you, and that you’re mine for life.”
“For life,” he agreed right before he kissed me and surged inside of me.
Pleasure was him. Joy meant having him inside of me. There was no safer place for me than in his arms, no freer space for my soul than sheltered inside his ginormous heart.
He made love to me, slowly at first, and fiercely many times after that. He taught me that I still had much to learn, and reminded me what an enjoyable act learning became when it involved our bodies. By the time we slowed down, the afternoon had run its course and the first stars popped out in the sky. I was sated and replete, with his seed, with his trust, with his love.
I reclined on his chest and watched sleep overtakehis features. He looked younger when he slept, his ruggedly handsome face boyish and innocent in a way only I understood.
On the day I met Javier Guzman, my dreams had led me astray, for sure, but in the best possible way. We’d made it through disaster and come out alive on the other side, battered but not defeated, stronger and changed for the better.
I trusted myself, my dreams, and Javier. Whoever said dreams didn’t come true, didn’t know squat. I wasn’t afraid of dreaming anymore. Of living my dreams. Of being a dream walker, whatever my gift entailed.
I was free to be myself.
I closed my eyes and draped an arm over my lover, yielding to the world within. I dreamed of the future, of the challenges that lay ahead of us, and of the life I was going to build with the man of my dreams.
Epilogue
Missy
