Page 146 of Stolen Kiss

Not again.

I didn’t know how.

My hands found her tits, and I played with her hardened nipples until she let out a loud gasp and moved against my hands.

“You feel so good,” I whispered against her skin.

She tugged on my hair. I had a feeling it was her favorite thing to do during sex.

“Jensen, Jensen, Jensen,” she uttered when I began to place wet kisses all over her body, from her lips, down to the soft skin of her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her aching nipples, and her rib cage.

“Please,” she said. “Don’t let me wait. It’s been so long, and I just need you.”

“How can I ever say no to you?” I mused. Did she not know the power she had?

I moved toward the bedside table, and she made a small noise in protest, clinging onto me. “Baby, I need to grab the condom,” I murmured.

She loosened her grip on me, and I quickly grabbed it and slipped it on.

I didn’t look away from her when I entered her, moving all the way inside, holding, before pulling back out again.

I made love to her.

This was different.

It differed from all the other times before, which had always been frantic and desperate, as if we were both afraid the other one would disappear if we took our time. This was slow and gentle. It was about getting ourselves reacquainted with each other again.

It didn’t take me long to get her to come.

I felt her shaking beneath me, and I knew she was close.

Her eyes shimmered with tears, and her mouth opened, and her chest pushed against me with every hard breath she took.

I reached down and played with her clit.

Her back arched off the mattress, and with a low moan, she fell apart in my arms, pushing me over the edge.

Afterward, I held her close to me. I reached over the nightstand for my phone. She peeked one eye open. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Setting an alarm.”

She laughed. “For four o’clock in the morning?”

“Yes. Your daughter likes to wake up early.”

Her smile was soft as she snuggled in closer to me. “Ours,” she mumbled.

I kissed the side of her head. “Ours.”

We went to sleep like that, not a single inch of space between us.

* * *

Three days passed in bliss.

We didn’t talk about our relationship, but it was getting back to how it was, with Emilia spending most of her time here at the house.

I found myself wondering where this was going, or where Emilia saw it going. Everything was left to her. We were moving at her pace, and a part of me was afraid to ask her.

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