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“Oh, God, Brodi,” she called out. “Baby, I need more.”
I groaned as her juices filled my mouth. I knew what she was pleading for. The step that would bond us together for life.
I stood and wrapped my arms around her to carry her into my bedroom. “Love T.K.O.” started to play as I placed her on my bed and stood back to strip from my clothes. She eyed me with so much desire in her eyes.
Once naked, I moved to peel her dress down her body. Tossing it over my shoulder, I climbed on the bed with her and scooped her legs over my forearms. My cock bumped up against her wet center as I took her lips for a deep kiss.
I only broke the kiss to look into her eyes. Slowly, I started to slide inside her. She threw her head back and gasped as I pushed all the way in. She was so slick from me eating her pussy and fingering her in the kitchen.
A whimper left her lips as I stilled to allow her to adjust to me. We’d talked about protection a few weeks before and decided not to use it. She was on the pill.
Her tight sex rippled around me. I had to grind my teeth for control. I dropped my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“I love you so much,” I breathed against her lips.
“Brodi, God, I love you too.”
I started to pound into her and took things up to the next level of pleasure. I spent an hour diving for the part of me I knew I lost to her.
I come back to the present on a sharp inhale. I ate her innocence up that night. It was a gift I have cherished for all these years.
I climb up the bed, nestling my body between her legs, tugging them gently over my shoulders. I inhale her scent through the thin fabric of her panties. She smells better than I remember. Hooking my fingers into the fabric, I shift it aside and pause.
Visions of the hurt I saw in her eyes last night halts me in my movements. Again, I question if her love for me is still there. I consider the setback I could be throwing us into by doing this.
When Chloe sighs in her sleep, moans my name, and shifts her hips in my face, I forget my doubts. I know we need each other. All questions fade, I’m a man of action.
It’s time I start to take more action in my life. Starting with claiming my woman here and now, then fixing the mess I’ve buried in Dubai.
* * *
Chloe
I’ve tossed and turned all night. I was sure I would cry myself to sleep, but as the tears ran out, my brain was still filled with thoughts of the man somewhere outside my bedroom door. I still can’t believe it’s him. He still smells the same, his large hands still heat my skin the way they always used to.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to melt into him or strangle him for all the hurt he had caused me. I thought I’d placed that bullshit in a tightly sealed bag. Yet just the sound of his voice plowed through me like a rolling storm, ready to wash away the past and water something that’s too willing to bud and bloom.
I feared the threat of that budding feeling. I’ve never seen myself as a weak woman—I still don’t, but when it comes to him—I wish I could ignore the pull he has on me. I wish I could blame it on lust.
If I could, then this would only be a matter of the flesh, not my wounded heart. I know I need to shut him out. If only shutting him out was so easy.
I thought of locking the door, but somehow, I convinced myself it wasn’t the right thing to do. Then, I obsessed for hours over why I convinced myself it wasn’t. Haven’t I gotten over him?
Was leaving the door unlocked a sign that I’m willing to welcome him back into my life?
In the end, my exhausted brain reasoned that I’m in a strange place. Locking the door wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do. I also went as far as rationalizing it all to, in fact, being blind lust, nothing more.
I guess that’s why, when I finally did go to sleep, I’ve done nothing but dream of him. It started with promises, promises I need to hear.
“I’ll never leave you again.” His voice vibrates through me. Feeling so real and all-consuming.
I find myself clinging to his words. I need them more than life. Hearing them allows me to breathe through this dream, giving me safety, which I know isn’t permitted in real life.
Although, believing his words morphs into me, allowing him to give me something I should never crave again. At least not from this man. Yet, even in my dreams I’ve made excuses for him.
How could I not, with dreams this strong—who has the strength to deny a man with this type of power? My body shakes and quakes with each stroke of his tongue. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. It’s no wonder my dream is so vivid.
Well, that was my thought, until my fingers tangle in his hair and his deep groan fills my ears. It’s too real, all of it. My butt crack is soaked, as are the sheets beneath me. My eyes flutter open.
