Page 127 of Sparks Fly

Her mouth fell open. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it, baby.”

She buried her face against my neck, moaning as I rubbed her faster. Her fingers lost their rhythm for a second before she found it again.

“I’m right there,” I gasped.

“Me too.”

She came first, shaking against me as she cried my name. Feeling her fall apart on top of me pushed me over with her.

I gripped her hips as I came, my back lifting from the bed while pleasure rolled through me.

Addison collapsed against my chest.

For a while, neither of us moved.

Her fingers stayed inside me until my body stopped trembling. Then she slowly pulled them free and wrapped her arm around my waist.

I kissed the top of her head.

“Missed you,” I murmured.

She laughed weakly against my skin. “I think we established that.”

When I finally came back to myself, I was breathless and completely undone.

Addison was already curled into my side like she belonged there. She traced lazy circles over my chest while our breathing slowly evened out.

“Did you have a good time?”

“I had fun,” she said quietly, shifting closer. “I really did. I laughed. I drank too much. I let myself loosen up.” She paused, her cheek pressed against my chest. “But I couldn’t help but feel like a part of myself was missing.”

I tightened my arm around her. “And now?”

She tipped her face up, her eyes soft. “Now I feel like myself again. Like I finally landed back in my body.”

That hit harder than anything else she’d said. “Stay,” I asked, running my hand through her hair. “Go to work from here tomorrow?”

Relief crossed her face before she smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. Her leg hooked over mine, her fingers still moving over my chest like she had nowhere else to be.

We stayed like that until we both drifted off.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark. Addison shifted beside me with a sleepy groan and buried her face deeper against my shoulder.

“What time is it?” she mumbled.

I reached for my phone. “Ten thirty-eight.”

She made a noise like the time had personally offended her. “We accidentally took a nap.”

“We’re old now.”

She lifted her head enough to glare at me. “We’re not old. We had a long week.”

I laughed and kissed her forehead.