Page 23 of Saber's Surrender

“Aiming isn’t as easy as one would think it is. Sometimes, a man’s dick has a mind of its own and grows even when it’s least expected,” I joke. “You should thank your lucky stars that you didn’t have to figure out how to contain him when he’s as hard as a rock.”

Her laughter has her entire face lighting up. Unable to help myself, I cup her face in my hands and claim her lips. It’s been what feels like a lifetime since I’ve felt them with mine and when we touch, a zap of electricity travels throughout my entire system.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Roxy

Shivers race upand down my spine as he reclaims me. Just yesterday, I was bound and determined to put distance between us, yet after I saw things from his perspective, every damn thing changed. The turn of events should have me backtracking, protecting myself from any more heartbreak, but this man, the one holding me in his arms, he’s the man I remember from before life threw us for a loop.

When we separate, we’re both panting from excitement. “Fuck, but I’ve missed you, Foxy Roxy. It feels as if a Genie has been released from its bottle and has granted us three wishes that are all starting to come true.”

A thrill of exhilaration consumes me. My eyes close for a moment as I not only take in his last words and thank that Genie with every fiber of my being but also take in the fact that he’s usingmyname he gave me all those years ago before either of us understood that there was life past simply surviving.

“I’ve missed you too, Weston. Not a day has passed by that I hadn’t wished for the power to turn back time and have a do-over. I let my worries and fears consume me and didn’t take into consideration how you were feeling or what trauma it could cause you.”

“This, right here and right now, you and me,isour do-over, Foxy. From here on out, we talk, we don’t go to bed angry nor do we make any assumptions. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go again.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I declare, placing my hands on his shoulders and lifting up on my toes so I can plant my lips on his.

Our kiss is full of fiery passion. He moans into my mouth as he lifts me up by placing his hands on the cheeks of my ass. My legs automatically elevate and wrap around his waist as my arms raise and branch around his neck as we continue to devour one another. We jostle as he crawls up onto the bed, me still coiled around him like a vine. As he lays me on my back, he never releases me, if anything, he grabs onto me harder—securing me to him.

After that dream, or whatever the hell it was, I ran to his room without changing out of my long, threadbare sleep shirt and panties. When he wrenches back, his eyes take in every inch of me and admiration blazes in his eyes. I can see the affection, devotion, and reverence with each sweep of his look.

“Damn, you’re still the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he huskily exclaims. “Your tits are impeccable. The globes that fit my hands with perfection, trust me, I know this first hand.”

I chuckle at that because I can only imagine if he was transferred into my body the way I was his, he did a little exploring of his own. I’m just grateful that I didn’t get a little more handsy than what I did because otherwise, we may have had to wait a little longer for this reunion.

“It was an odd sensation switching places like that, wasn’t it?” I inquire, biting my bottom lip. “You’re rather… large, aren’t you? I almost forgot how big you are until the moment I let my hands travel below the waistline and copped a feel.”

He chuckles before telling me, “I’m no bigger than the average man, Foxy.”

“Oh, Weston, there’snothingaverage about you,” I tease him. “It’s been so long I’m not sure you’re still going to fit.”

“I’ll fit,” he reassures me. “You were made for me.”

“Show me,” I whisper, my voice now a purr.

“Gladly, Foxy. But first, we need to shed these clothes,” he tells me, yanking at the collar of my top.

The hunger in his eyes deepens as he rips my shirt off my body and tosses it through the air. I gnaw on my bottom lip as he traces the hem of my panties, his finger grazing over the elastic band causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get a taste of you.” His finger changes places and swipes over my sensitive folds, the cotton material of my underwear adding to the friction. “Can I kiss you here, Foxy Roxy?”

“Yes. Please,” I whine. My imagination flips to the romance novels that I devour, and I picture him shredding the material in his angst, but he’s not Mighty Mouse, however, with the speed in which he removes them from my body, he has channeled Speedy Gonzales. Amusement at that analogy, relating to his hasty quickness, has me smiling.

“What has you smirking like that, my Foxy Roxy?”

“N-nothing,” I stammer as he swipes the pad of his thumb over my distended clit.

“No?” He slants his head sideways, a contemplative look crossing his face. “If you find something amusing about me baring you to me, then we need to rectify that.”

“How?” I ask, my bemusement replaced with want. Need. Desire.

“By reminding you who’s in charge when we’re in the bedroom,” he states.

“Oh, God,” I hiss, remembering how domineering he can be when my mind isn’t on task.

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