Page 83 of No Fear
As he made love to her with his mouth, he couldn’t help but think of the first time he’d had her open to him like this. He’d barely even kissed her before he’d gone down on her. He’d wanted her that badly and nothing had changed since then. He would always want her like this. Need her like this. Even that first time, before that first time, he’d known there was no going back for them.
From the first time he saw her, he’d known how special she was. Beautiful but painfully shy. Slightly awkward and scared. And he’d wanted to save her then, had thought she could be the one to save him right back. He’d been right. She had. She’d given him a purpose, showed him what home really meant, what loving someone meant. Now it was his turn to do the same.
She was it for him.
“Mine.” He growled.
“Yours.” She agreed.
“Love you, Rach.”
“Love you.” She whimpered as he kissed across her stomach, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”
He knew she was asking for more than just sex. That was exactly what he was going to give her too. He was going to love her, protect her, make her his until there was no question between them or anyone that they belonged together.
“Gonna make love to you, baby.” He bit her nipple and then trailed his hot lips up her neck, “Gonna make love to you until you believe that I’ll never let you go. Never. Gonna join us until we’re one person. One heart. One soul.”
Rachel gave a jerky nod and that was enough, at least for now.
He buried himself inside her beautiful body in one brutal push of his hips. Her body, so soft and wet, opened to him and they both moaned. Home. She felt like home in his arms. Like all of the mistakes and pain he’d had to endure to get to her had been worth it, because with Rachel he’d have enough good days to wipe out all the bad.
Today had been a bad day but it didn’t have to define them. It wasn’t a breaking point, not for him. He wasn’t sure that he had one with this girl. Today was a bad day but that’s what love was about right? The good times and the bad and you stuck them out when you loved someone. Those were the vows he’d heard him brother say just last night and he felt them deep in his soul when he was with this girl.
They would figure it out. Find a way to move past it. They had to.
Their bodies moved together. Hers pressing up every time his swept down. Their hips rolling together with the kind of perfect synchronicity that he knew from years of mindless fucks wasn’t possible with just anyone. He could lose himself with Rachel, in Rachel, because he trusted her and loved her. Because she was his true other half, the piece of his heart and soul that had always been missing.
She healed him and he only hoped that he could do the same for him.
His hips thrust more quickly as his control slipped away. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, needing to connect them in every way possible. Their bodies were moving so fast, so hard, that he couldn’t keep up the kiss without the threat of busting both their teeth out so he simply held there above her lips so that they were breathing the same air.
“Remy, oh, oh, oh Remy…”
He felt it as soon as Rachel’s orgasm began to take hold. She clenched all around him, her body trying to hold his deep. And that was where he wanted to stay, deep inside her, where he belonged, joined with her as if they were the same person. But his body overrode that want with a pressing need to drive and drive and drive until the need to bust tingled up his spine.
Rachel screamed, her entire body tensing tight around him, as her orgasm crashed into her. Her mouth open, her head tilted back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him close. And he needed her to hold him, to keep him on earth, as he spiraled off his axis.
He spilled inside her with a ragged groan. His hips refused to stop pumping. It seemed imperative to drive his seed as deep into her as possible. He wanted a part of him to linger inside of her long after this moment.
“Rachel.” He moaned as he finally crested, “Love you, baby.”
“Love you too.” She immediately responded, dragging his face to hers and kissing him deeply, “Love you too.”
Their foreheads fell together and the rest of the world melted away. They shared breath. Their bodies still joined. And everything outside of this moment ceased to matter because this was about them, about the two of them, finding each other and trusting each other.
Remy brushed her damp hair back and winced when he felt her shake beneath him, “Oh, baby… don’t cry.”
“S-s-sorry.”
His heart clenched, “No. Nothing to be sorry for. Just be here with me, okay?”
“I am.”
“Then nothing else matters.”
Rachel bit her lips but nodded and he couldn’t do anything more in that moment. The talk they needed to have, it wasn’t for right now. Right now all he could do was hold her and love her and hope that somehow it was enough to overcome all of her doubts. They’d both been through so much. Pain and hurt. But together, they could overcome it.
He knew it. He only hoped she did too.
“Love you.” He said again, unsure what else he could say or do to get through to her.
Rachel hugged him close, holding him to her, until he softened enough that he slipped out of her body. He knew he should get up. Get a wet towel, clean her up. Clean both of them up. But he couldn’t force himself to release her. Not now. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Definitely not when things were so shaky between them.
He rolled to his back, taking her with him so that she had no choice but to sprawl across his chest. He tightened his hold until there was no way she could get away from him, not that she tried. Rachel clung to him just as tightly.
They lay together like that for a long time. He felt his breathing slowly return to normal, felt hers do the same, but he knew neither of them were asleep. He stroked one hand through her hair, another up and down her back and he half thought he was dreaming when he felt her shudder. Then, he felt it, great wracking sobs that threatened to tear him apart just as steadily as they threatened Rachel.
She was crying again and this time, he had no clue how to stop it.
He simply held her. Pulling her even tighter against him until he wasn’t certain she could even breathe. He held her tight and told her he loved her and that they would make it through this. He told her that there was nothing left to be afraid of and he knew, once Lincoln dealt with Craig, that it would be true.
