Page 69 of Nothing But It All
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
She grins. “Yes. I’m okay.”
I touch the side of her face. The connection, the contact, melts whatever reservations remain between us.
“Does that maintenance plan require routine servicing?” she asks.
I smirk. “I’ll give you the premium package.”
A wash of hesitation clouds her eyes. I stroke her cheek with my thumb, afraid to press my luck. At the same time, all I want to do is take this woman in my arms and start making up for lost time.
“What do you need from me, Lo? Ask for it. Let me love you like you want to be loved.”
She runs her palms around my waist, peering up at me with a love that makes it hard not to just kiss her.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she whispers.
“I promise.”
My lips lower to hers, but she meets them in the middle. They press together simply, sweetly—for a moment. The kiss deepens immediately.
A warmth floods my veins, bringing me back to a place that feels a whole hell of a lot like home.Like the way things should be.
How did I go without this for so long?
I wrap her in my arms and pull her into my chest. She sinks against me as if she needs the contact as much as I do.
Her fingers go to my hair, urging me to kiss her harder. Deeper. Like she thinks I might pull away.
I straddle her feet with mine, tilting my hips into her so she can feel how hard she makes me. She breaks the kiss, moaning as I press kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
Blood pours through my veins. I can’t think about anything except how badly I want her. My cock is so hard it hurts.
I need to fuck her. Reclaim her. Promise her.
Love her.
“What if the kids come back?” she asks, panting as I lift the hem of her shirt.
“They—”
“Mom! Whoa,” Maddie says, giggling. The door snaps behind her. “Sorry to interrupt. Kind of.”
I rest my forehead against my wife. Lauren laughs.
“What’s up, Maddie?” she asks.
“Pops and Snaps are sharing a bag of beef jerky, and I wanted to see if we had any granola left because, well, I don’t trust that Pops’s fingers don’t have Snaps’s drool on them.” She makes a face. “Cross contamination isn’t my jam.”
Lauren steps away from me and helps our daughter find a snack.
I watch them dig through the pantry and listen to their laughter fill the cabin.
This.
This is what I would’ve missed if I’d left.
Conversations with Lauren. Kissing her. Listening to my family’s laughter while they make memories, just like the ones I made with my mom when I was growing up.One of the things I can never replace.
