Page 109 of Begin Again
Planting my feet on the floor, I wrap my hand around his cock alongside his and the sound it pulls from him is heavenly. Stroking him, I feel the anticipation vibrate through his entire being and glide my other hand under his T-shirt to the planes of his chest. He removes the shirt in one swift motion, and I attach my lips to his chest. Tears cloud my vision when I see the tattoo on his left pectoral. I thought I’d never see it again. The black ink engrains the image of the Tree of Life in his tanned skin, the leaves designed to be birds flying from its branches.
Nick lifts my chin to meet his gaze and kisses me softly. With his hands on my hips, he guides me back to the bed, lifting me with ease onto the plush mattress. I laugh when he crawls on top of me, this time peppering my neck with kisses, his stubble tickling the skin.
“I lied.That’smy favorite sound.” His words refer to last night when he said everything was his favorite sound, but I think he means it this time. Pushing the hair from my face, he leans down to kiss me again.
We kiss for what feels like hours. No pressure, no need to rush things, just enjoying being wrapped in each other.
Nick pushes inside me without warning and my body arches off the bed, flush against him as I adjust to the fullness of him. The sensation is so familiar, yet foreign at the same time. He takes his time, pushing further until he’s seated fully inside me, filling me completely. He moves slowly at first, pulling out and pushing back in at a steady pace, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge already. This might be a new record for how fast he’s made me come, but between the anticipation and coming on his tongue, I know it won’t take long until I’m cresting over the edge of ecstasy again.
My nails rake down his forearms and his back, they dig into the flesh of his shoulders as I grasp for anything I can hold on to as he rolls into me repeatedly at a deliciously, torturously slow pace. He’s taking his time, devouring every moment we are connected as one.
“Do you know how many nights I dreamed about this while I was gone?” Nick thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt, hips pressed firmly against mine. He maneuvers them in a deep circle that draws a low groan from me. “Of the woman who plagued my mind from the moment I opened my eyes until I saw you standing there. Dreamed of what it would feel like to be this close to you again. To feel you wrapped around my cock.” His breath pushes through gritted teeth when he pulls out—almost completely—and pushes back in. A guttural moan rumbles in his chest, and he presses his forehead against mine, his fingers digging into the comforter beside my head. “To remember how fucking good it felt to love you.”
When Nick opens his eyes, there’s a hint of fear inside them. It’s a look I haven’t seen before, but one that I recognize immediately. It’s the same feeling I get, the fear of waking up and he will be gone again.
“Come back to me,Fossette,” I whisper, tracing my finger down his face. A tear slips down his cheek, landing on my chest,and I wipe another that follows. “Right here, Nick. It’s you and me. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
Nick nods, his forehead still against mine, and his eyes screw shut to fight back the tears in his eyes. Our bodies continue the familiar dance, expressing the love we have shared for almost a decade that only we know, but there is something different this time. Each movement is more sensual, more spiritual, than ever before.
“I love you, Nick Davis,” I say, and kiss him. “I love you so much it fucking hurts, and it makes my heart ache because the thought of losing you is too much. If I ever lose you again, I won’t survive.”
“Nina,” he whimpers, letting his forehead fall to my shoulder.
“Let go, baby,” I whisper against his temple, my fingers splayed out across the back of his head."Va tutto bene. Basta lasciar andare.”It’s okay. Just let go, I whisper and gasp when he pulls all the way out and pushes back in. He does it one more time, and moans when he comes, continuing to fuck me through his orgasm. I slide my right hand between our connected bodies and rub the bundle of nerves already on fire. It won’t require much to follow him, and when he rocks his body against mine, applying even more delicious pressure against me, I come.
“Brava ragazza,Davina.”
Good girl.
The words draw a whimper from my lips, and he kisses me, swallowing the moans of my release. He pushes up on his palms to stare down at me, to watch as I come undone beneath him, and I feel his dick grow hard again still inside me.
“You feel that, Dee?” He moans. “That’s all for you.”
I clutch at him, interlocking my fingers behind his nape, and hold on as he rocks his hips into me, fucking me again. With only a few pumps, he comes again, and this time the sensation isalmost too much to my already sensitive body, but he holds my hips steady so I can’t writhe away from him as he finishes.
“Fuck, Dee.” He sighs, rolling to my side, his hand resting on my hip where it traces invisible circles. I hum in response, eyes closed as I let my body fall from the high it’s still riding. Opening my eyes, I turn my head to the side and find him staring at me. He cradles the side of my face and kisses me. It’s soft and slow, his tongue moving in languid strides against mine.“Sei mio,”he whispers when we part.
You’re mine.
“Tuo,” I say in agreement and it makes him smile. Taking his hand, I hold it against my heart and repeat, “Yours. This belongs to you, always.”
Nick wraps his hand around the chain holding his wedding ring and slips it over my head. He unclasps the chain and drops the ring into his palm. He stares at it, and I wait for him to put it on, but he only stares. I caress the side of his face. Taking the ring from his hand, I slip it on his ring finger.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Nick
HER BACK RISES AND falls with each slumbered breath and I trace every inch of her skin, the same way I’ve done every morning since waking up next to her again. It’s been five days since my wife showed up at the ranch, and every day when I wake up, I’m still scared to open my eyes and find I’m back in my room at Blackwood Ranch with no recollection of who I am or where I’ve come from.
So far, so good…I wake up every morning next to my wife with most of my memory. Some things are still foggy, but the neurologist Nina got me into two days ago said everything should become clearer with time. The nightmares come and go, but at least they aren’t as consistent as they once were.
Her dark hair falls down her bare shoulders, her skin still exposed from our time together under the sheets last night. We made love twice—first when I walked in to find her fresh out of the bath, and again in the middle of the night when she returned to bed from tucking Elena back in. I feel like a high schooler, unable to get enough of her, but every time the opportunity arises, it’s hard to fight the urge. We have a lot of time to make up for, and I don’t plan on wasting it. I’ll take any opportunity to relearn her body and discover new things about her.
Nina shifts beside me, looking up at me through one eye, the other still hidden in the white pillow. “Why are you awake?”
“I like watching you.”
“You’re creepy.”
