Not that I want to know about the men she’s dated in the past, but if her expression is any indication, they’ve beenshitheads.
“Yes, ma’am.” With my thumb, I wipe her cheek. “We should be celebrating. Allison agreed to reconsider the payout, and the judge approved our interim proposal since Allison was amenable. That’s due to you. Who knows what could’ve happened if you hadn’t suggested the co-op? I was already maxed out on alimony payments. You saved the day, darlin’. So no more tears, okay? My kid is tough. She’ll befine.”
That gets me the smile I’m looking for. And anothersniffle.
“C’mere.” I smooth my hand over the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine. They taste like tears andchapstick.
A curtain of silky hair blocks out the dim nightstand light until she’s all I can see. I lick her bottom lip and she opens for me with a soft moan. With her curvy ass swaying on my lap, my cock is already digging into the zipper of my jeans, but I don’t want this to be about me or sex or getting off. Just making her feelbetter.
Rolling her over until we’re on our sides, I slide her thigh over mine and trail my hand along her shoulders. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, sweetness. I know you’re not feeling well.” Otherwise, I’d be rubbing that peachy ass in those tiny sleepshorts.
“I’m so bloated, and I have the worst cramps.” Tucking her head against my chest, shegroans.
“If you hadn’t told me you had your period, I’d never know. You’re so beautiful to me, you could be prancing around in a paper sack and I’m pretty sure I’d still have stars in my eyes.” I tilt up her chin, her shy smile so fucking radiant I finally get why those Greeks fought for Helen ofTroy.
In this moment, in our quiet bubble, all the heartache of the last few years is worth it. The divorce. The self-doubt. The loneliness. I’d do it again. Because it brought me to this place with this incrediblegirl.
I drag my lips against her shoulder. “I’ve heard sex can make you feel better. All those endorphins get released into yourbody.”
She arches into me, pulling me closer. “Shark Week sex kinda grosses me out, but now that you’re touching me, I’m really turnedon.”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest.SharkWeek.
“So let me make you feel good.” I suck on that tender spot on her neck, loving that I can feel her nipples harden through her thin tank top. “We don’t have to be traditional about it. I can just get you off. Make you feelgood.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes flutter closed, her minty breath on my lips. “Okay, but we both have tocome.”
No objectionshere.
With gentle movements, I kiss her lips, wanting her to feel how much she means to me. Wanting her to know how grateful I am to have her in my life. She’s turned everything around. My outlook. My attitude. My expectations for myfamily.
When she opens to me on a pleasured sigh, I stroke her slick tongue with mine until her whole body relaxes againstme.
“This is for you,” I mumble against her swollen lips. “If you want me to stop at any point or you’re not feeling well, just say the word. I’m not squeamish, so I don’t want you to worry aboutthat.”
Her moan is my answer as I caress herbreasts.
“These sore?” Luscious curves fill my hands, and I give them a carefulsqueeze.
Nodding, she gasps. “But that feels good. And, um… I just took a shower, so I’m, you know,clean.”
Wouldn’t really care one way or another, as long as she’s comfortable. “You smell delicious, and I’m as hard as a lamp post”—which I underscore with a thrust between her legs—“but we can take another shower if things getmessy.”
Her lips twist, and I rub her lower lip with mythumb.
“I have a tampon in right now.” The tension in her body ratchets up again, and she shakes her head. “Am I grossing you out? I am, aren’tI?”
On a ranch, you grow up learning about reproduction at an early age. Even my brother, who has the maturity of a monkey at times, can handle thetopic.
I chuckle, and rub out the knot in her shoulder, which makes her collapse against me with a pleasured sigh. “If a man can put his dick in a woman, he sure as hell should be able to talk about her cycle. And no, I’m not grossedout.”
That seems to do the trick, and her lips tilt up. “You’re one of a kind, you know that?” Her hand delves into my hair, and this time she kisses me back like her life depends on it, using her foot to pull my hips tighter tohers.
I roll her onto her back, my body cradled by her welcoming arms and legs. Our tongues tangle with that deliberate slide and thrust that mimic all the things I want to do to her tonight. Even if we have to modify it a bit so she’scomfortable.
When her breath stutters and her chest heaves against me in a pant, I lick down the long column of her throat. Across her clavicle. Down the valley between her amplebreasts.
With a few quick tugs, I remove her tank and my t-shirt and resume my exploration of her body. First with a few soft sucks of her tantalizing nipples, which makes her squirm breathlessly beneath me. Then with a tug of my teeth that lifts her hips off thebed.
