Page 210 of Things Left Unsaid

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

She shifts then leans on her hand and looms over me. Her hair tumbles forward in a tangle of caramel locks that tickle my shoulder. “It was kinda hot.”

“What was?”

“I watched from my window… You going all Clint Eastwood on them. Pretty sexy, actually.”

“It was, huh?”

“Yeah. Very. That guy you hit… wonder how he’s faring on the highway.”

I snicker. “I’d imagine he’s in a world of pain.”

“Serves him right,” she grumbles. Her throat bobs as she gently swoops down and pecks my cheek. “Am I yours too?”

“I think you know the answer to that already.”

I turn my head so our mouths can brush and when they do, she sags into me, immediately letting me in.

As my tongue drifts past her lips in a soft exploration, she sighs again, but this time there’s less anxiety and more relief.

I get the feeling she’s never wanted to be anywhere but here in her whole life.

And I know that feeling well because I’m experiencing it too.

I gently turn us over so that she’s below me and the strain’s on me. I don’t want her pushing herself, but I need her to feel what she does to me. Need her to know how nothing has ever been more right to me than her presence here—with me.

Her soft moans drive me crazy, enough that I untangle our legs and settle between hers. I’ve never been more grateful that I’m going commando. Or that she is too beneath her sleep shirt.

She’s wet already. Not like earlier, but her need is as raw as my own.

I draw back. “Do you want me, Zee?”

Her whimper has me biting back a growl. “Yes! Come inside me, Colt.”

That triggers a memory. The last one I want to remember.

My lips return to hers and, as I explore, I hit up the nightstand for the condoms I put there this afternoon.

When her fingers seek mine, I know what she’s doing. The crinkling of the wrapper gives it away. The next thing I know, she’s delving between us, her hand shaping my dick and sheathing it with protection.

When I’m covered, she slots the tip to her entrance and digs her heels into my ass.

As her spine arches, I determine to keep it nice and slow. I need her to know how much I want her. How she’s safe with me. How she’sitfor me.

When tears leak from her eyes and wet my cheeks, I don’t pull back.

I give her my everything.

When she cries out, her body shattering around me, I let myself go. And a few minutes later, the crying baby alert blasting us, she deals with that while I throw away the condom.

This is life now. This is us.

As she takes another dose of glucose gel, I murmur, “You won’t be sleeping in that other room again. Never hated a wall as much as I hate that one.”

Her smile’s small but there. “Bossy.”

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