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“Are you sure you didn’t want to bring me home?”
I reach for her, filling my hands with her hips. She crawls onto my lap on her own.
“You are home,” I murmur, kissing her.
Her lips press firmly against mine, meeting me with the same slow urgency. Her fingers run through my hair, brushing through it as I glide my tongue between her lips.
“Home is with you.” A shiver runs down the length of her spine.
I break away long enough to rasp, “Yeah, baby. It is.”
“Is it too soon?” she whispers between kisses.
“Is what too soon?”
She bumps my nose with hers and opens her eyes. “To want to . . .”
“Want to what, Elle?”
“To want to have sex . . . to go back to the way things were.”
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DELANEY
It all just. . . comes out. The throbbing emotion that’s clouded my thoughts distracts me from the fact that yeah, maybe it is too early.
It’s only been a few weeks, but I just think I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a while now, yet I’ve kept myself away, too scared to fully recommit to the one person who’s always held the most power over me. The one who can break my heart with a snap of his fingers or a shrug of a shoulder. Deciding to be with him again is as good as writing my name beside his on a shared gravestone. There won’t be any take backs.
Darren’s hands have turned to stone on my hips, weighing them down as his silence lingers. The crinkle between his brows is worrisome, as if he’s trying to come up with an excuse to not take that step with me. I don’t know what I’d do if those words escaped the lips hovering against mine.
“Or maybe it is too soon?” I ask cautiously.
That snaps him out of his thoughts.
His hold on me heats as he runs his hands up my sides. I gasp when he uses that grip to pull me until we’re chest to chest, flush together. My stomach flips.
“It’s never been too soon. Not with us.”
“You’re sure?”
“So sure, Elle,” he mumbles before his mouth meets my jaw and then its sensitive underside. “Already told you that I’m not letting you go again.”
My eyes flutter shut, threatening to roll into my skull as he sucks on my skin, teeth skimming, teasing. “So much lost time, Darren. I don’t want to lose any more.”
“We won’t. Not again.”
Letting those words soothe me, I roll my head to the side, offering him more space for his mouth. He takes it, scratching my throat and jaw and chin with his facial hair. I know it will leave marks, and I want it to.
“You’ll have to remind me how to do this,” I whisper-moan.
Darren nips at my throat before resting a hand at the base of my back and slowly leaning me backward. His lips work their way down my neck while I paw at the back of his, pulling him into me.
“Gotta remind each other, baby.”
My stomach jolts. “Yes, please.”
I push my knees into the mattress and straighten enough that I can look down at him. He drops his head back to look at me, the devotion blazing so brightly in his eyes I would have given in right now had I not already.
