Page 139 of Never Let You Go

“I know I did. I saw it in your eyes when I left. I should have known better. I’m sorry.” He lifts his head to capture my mouth in a slow, tender kiss. “What do you want from me, Alexandra?”

I hold his face in my hands, raking through his hair, and my body comes alive atop his. My hips writhe on their own, my middle finds his erection.

What I want from him is too big, too scary for me to even consider.

“Mm?” he insists.

“I want you to want me,” I answer against his lips, then dip my tongue into his mouth.

But he flips me on my back, breaking our kiss, and holds my head between his hands. “Fuck, Alexandra, what does this look like to you?” His eyes search mine. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since Skye, beautiful. I don’t want to fuck it up.” He dives for my neck and inhales me, then kisses me from my neck to my collarbone, then dips to my breasts, bringing me to the edge already. I dig my nails in his shoulders and nip on his earlobes. He hisses my name, grabs a condom, and places himself at my entrance. His locks of dark hair fall around his face, his eyes are the deepest color they’ve ever been.

“Lemme be clear, Alexandra,” he growls. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

His words alone could send me over the edge. As he pushes inside me, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our foreheads connect. We smell of fresh sweat and sex, and the only sounds are his grunts, my moans, and my insides sucking his cock in.

We don’t last long.

He lets me ride my orgasm first, sucking on my nipple, flicking my clit, and swear to god, it turns into a three-in-one orgasm, three waves one after the other as I come first from his nipple action, then from his expert finger on my clit, and finally, finally, a deep inside orgasm that seizes me head to toe, where I hear myself scream.

Then, only then, he comes, and his powerful body thrusting into mine, falling apart in mine, is the most beautiful thing.

Then he flips on his back, cradles me into him, and strokes my hair until I fall asleep.

I wake up at an ungodly hour when he lifts me off him to get up. I hear his shower.

He spent the whole night with me.

I hop in the shower then follow him to the bakehouse, fix him his coffee, and curl on the couch in the den so I’m closer to him while he practices for the competition.

For the next several weeks, this is how we are. When Skye is home, he tries to crawl back into his own bed. Sometimes he forgets. Or he simply just doesn’t want to leave. I’ll never know.

forty

Christopher

It’s Game Night, which means Alexandra is with Grace and the girls, and Skye and me are having an early night at Justin’s. Skye plops herself on a bar stool next to me and declares, “I don’t like it when Alex-zandra is not with us. And I don’t understand why I can’t go to Game Night.”

“It’s for grown-up women.”

“Well, that stinks.” She punctuates her expletive with a kick on the bar.

I grunt.

I’ve been doing a lot of grunting lately.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, little bug.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m doing what.”

“You’re being a bear.”

“A what?”

“A bear. Grr. Hon. Mph. You’re almost a grizzly.”

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