Page 58 of Revive

“You’ve got somewhere to be?”

“No,” he growls as he nips my earlobe. “I just can't remember the last time I hopped into bed in the middle of the day.”

“My dearest Hendrix, you haven't lived till you've jumped into bed for no other reason than because you can.”

We step into my room, and he lets go of me. “I guess you'll have to teach me”

Walking to my newly designated side of the bed, I take off every stitch of clothing. No seduction. No purpose. I do it just because I can. Hopping under the covers, I turn my sheet covered body to the side. Resting my arm on the bed, I place my cheek on my palm. Looking up at Hendrix, I wave my free hand up and down, gesturing to his clothes.

“Do as you see, Padawan.”

He strips naked, and jumps in beside me. Mirroring my pose, he asks me again. “Are you going to tell me what you two spoke about?”

Choosing to keep the long version to myself, I reveal the part that was most important. “He thanked me for making you happy.”

It's a simple statement, but the weight of it isn't lost on either of us.

Tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear, he leans forward and whispers in my mouth. “Thank you, Crazy.”

I press my lips to his, giving him small pecks. Moving from the corner of his mouth to the side of his face and down his neck.

Pushing him to his back, I straddle him. Leaving kisses on his chest, down his stomach and back again. I feel the heat from his turned on body, light a match in my own.

With no words and no warning, I grab his stiff cock, and line it up with my entrance. Sliding myself down on him, he groans and I watch his face morph into tortured ecstasy.

Hovering over him, my hair falls like a curtain around us, emphasising our own little world. Movements cease, breathing is heavy. Feeling close and consumed I wrap myself in his gratitude.

Like a feather tracing his lips, my mouth touches him with the utmost reverence. “Thankyou.”

17

Hendrix

Checking my watch, I estimate Taylah to be home in about any minute now. Since she had to cancel on dinner because of a work crisis, I figured I’d bring dinner to her. That, and she’s now become like a drug to me, close to fifty hours without seeing her and I'm desperate with need.

Her car turns into her driveway, the headlights beaming directly at me. I shield my eyes and wait for the car to turn off.

Blinded by the light, my eyes take several long blinks to adjust, my ears hearing her before I can see her.

“Hey,” she says in surprise. “What are you doing, sitting out here in the dark?” She greets me with a kiss, before taking a seat beside me. She leans her head on my shoulder in exhaustion. I grab the plastic bag filled with food from next to my feet and pull it up to her line of sight. “I came to feed my girl.”

‘Your girl.” Her head perks up, and I can’t help but smirk at her reaction.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah…” she stammers. “I guess I didn’t think of it.”

It’s been all I’ve been thinking about

“It’s almost been a solid two months now, calling this anything else lessens it.”

“Are you sure?” She asks skeptically, her reasons clear as day.

“I’m sure about how I feel about you.”

I pray that my words reassure her, because they’re the truth. Right now, there’s nowhere else in the world I would rather be than by her side. Touching her. Talking to her. Laughing with her. She’s fucking sunshine and I need her to warm up all the parts of myself I’ve left abandoned in the dark.

“Drix.” Her voice soft and needy.

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