Page 59 of Missing Pieces

So we do. Two more times. After we are both spent I curl up into his side, his arms wrapping around me.

“I don’t think I have ever had that much sex in one go,” he admits, rubbing his hand up and down my sweaty back.

“Me neither. Not even in college. But I don’t think I have ever had sex quite like that.” I gaze up at him my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his arm.

He looks down at me grinning. “I think that was one for the books, Edy.”

I reach up for him and kiss him again. It starts out as a chaste kiss against the lips, but as I pull away, he pulls me on top of him pushing his tongue into my mouth. I let out a groan as he grips me harder pressing me farther into his body, relighting the fire he started earlier.

I cannot get enough of this man.

I sit with my legs on either side of his hips, my hands pressed to his chest. The look in his eyes confuses me. There seems to be so much passion tinged with loss.

I can’t help but ask because after this much intimacy between the two of us I grow curious about his past relationships. Maybe I’m trying to bring myself down because I still don’t know what he sees in me, but I have an undying need to know. “Tell me about Ashton.”

His body tenses. I move to get off him, but he grabs my hips, stilling me before I can move.

“This is an odd time to be asking about my ex-wife.”

I shrug because I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to tell him about my doubts and insecurities. That is far too deep a topic for a moment like this. Although it’s not like talks of exes is any lighter.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine, his hands still gripping my hips. “I think I understand though. I know you haven’t slept with anyone since Drew. I guess you’re waitin’ to see if I’m just gonna kick you out.”

My eyes bug from my head because that was not what I was thinking at all. “What?! NO!”

He chuckles to himself, a sly grin creeping up his face. His hands start to move up and down my sides, relaxing me slightly as I look away.

“I’m kidding,” he says. He grabs my chin forcing me to look back at him. “I had a hard time sleeping with someone the first time after Ashton. I felt like I was going back to my younger days and it really threw me off. Especially since all the girl wanted to do was fuck me then split.”

I look at him trying to figure out where he is going with this and how this has nothing to do with his relationship with his ex-wife.

“But for three years all I knew was sleeping with one person,” he continues. “And then after her, I just didn’t expect to be blown then left hanging.” I laugh because I think he does understand my apprehension. “I was so used to the routine of one partner that a one night stand threw me off.”

I nod, unable to find words to respond.

He sits up with me still straddling him, so I am sitting in his lap. “I’m not going to be that man to you Harper. I’m not just gonna kick you out of my house. Or my life. You’ve put a spell on me and I don’t think I can be free of it after just one night. I think it’s going to take a lot more nights for me to be released from your spell.”

My heart warms at his admission. I still don’t know why he likes me, but I won’t let my insecurities bring me down.

He brings his lips to mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. “You mean something to me,” he whispers against my neck. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

My heart fills with love and desire. I attack him with kisses, gripping his hair in my hands as I pull him hard against my lips. I can feel him hardening underneath me and within seconds he has me pushed back on the bed, my head almost hanging off the edge. He pulls away to grab a condom but ensures one arm is still wrapped around me, so we don’t lose the connection. Within seconds he is buried deep inside of me, sending pleasure to my very core.

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