Page 99 of Everlasting Vows

We both lean closer until our breaths meet and our mouths touch. He teases my lips with his tongue in a sensual stroke. Our eyes lock together, holding promises I know without a shadow of a doubt we’ll work hard to keep. Promises that will hold us together until the end of our days. As our mouths meet and meld, and our tongues taste and tangle, a part of me that had been lost is found again. It’s been a slow shift back onto solid ground, and this time it feels as though we’re standing on solid ironstone.

33

NIX

eight weeks later

Gentle light filters across my face, and I slowly peel my eyes open. My lips crest into a smile, and the muscles in my arm contract as I tighten my hold on my wife. I sink into her warmth, breathe in her scent, and revel in the fact that I slept through the night beside my wife. Safely. Not a single night terror in sight.

It feels miraculous.

All the middle of the night alarms, sessions with Harry and his colleague, and creating a calm mind, body, and environment have been worth it.

Abbi presses back into me with a sigh, and I tighten my hold further. Her body fits against mine as if it were made to be cocooned within my embrace, and something in my chest releases. She tangles her fingers with mine and rests them against her soft stomach.

It feels good. It feels warm and comforting.

It feels like home.

Like safety.

I’ve missed this intimacy. Even if all I do is hold her, I feel still and at peace. Settled. Calm. Everything inside me quiets.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, a smile in her voice.

She turns her head, eyeing me over her shoulder, and I lean in for a kiss. I’m a lucky bastard. “Good morning,” I mumble against her lips.

With her dimple winking at me, she rolls toward me but doesn’t stop until she’s splayed on top of me, her chin resting on the back of her hands. I savor the weight of her body on mine and reach up to smooth her hair away from her face, noting the crease across her cheek caused by the pillow.

Her eyes drift around my face. “How did you sleep?”

I take stock of my body, how I’m feeling, and the fact that I woke up with the sun. “Pretty great. You?”

Her dimple deepens and eyes sparkle. “Amazing.” She sighs, looking at me as if I hung the moon and stars. “I’m pretty sure it’s because I spent the night with my husband.”

She pushes up, straddling my waist, her hands resting on my chest, one hand on my heart. It skips a beat or two as she looks down at me; happiness sparks in her eyes, making her look even more striking than usual. My eyes drop to her exposed breasts and trace down her stomach to where her bare pussy sits on my already hard cock.

She’s already wet. So damn sexy.

She follows my gaze and smirks down at me as she grinds her pelvis. “You know the best thing about sleeping next to my husband?” she asks, mirth dancing in her eyes, while I fight to hold back a groan that’s crawling up my throat.

Minx.

She rotates her hips; the action swiping her wet lips along my length. “What?” I grumble, doing my best to stay focused on our discussion. She deserves all of my attention after years of being starved of it.

She leans down, her lips a mere millimeter from mine. Her warm breath mists over my mouth a moment before she makes contact, as soft as a butterfly’s touch. “Getting to do this as soon as we wake up,” she breathes.

My hands fall to her hips, gripping her flesh firmly as our mouths open and our tongues touch. I guide her movements as we deepen our kiss, teasing us both. Small whimpers escape Abbi, and I swallow them down greedily.

Kissing my wife never gets old.

I press up into her as I pull her hips down onto me, then I ravage her mouth. Through sighs and moans, we kiss and grind, building to a point that will make it impossible to stop the freight train barreling toward us. It reminds me of how we were when we were young and first started fooling around. It took Herculean effort on my part to stop us before we went too far—before Abbi was ready to ‘go all the way’.

Neither of us needs to show that kind of restraint. We don’t need Herculean effort to stop. We can ride that freight train. No barriers, no guilt, no questions about the strength of our relationship.

Because we are stronger than ever.

That knowledge has my fingers digging into Abbi’s hips as I pull her tighter against me. Her breasts press against my chest, her breaths mingle with mine; her tongue caresses mine as if she’ll never stop. The room lightens further as we linger in our kiss.