Fucking tell her already. Jesus.
“I wanted to die.” She sobs. “But I just wouldn’t.”
“Me too baby, me too. Because the world knew you were still out there. Because…I love you.”
“Oh Zephyr.” She whimpers. “I love you too.”
It’s too much to take in. She was dead, now she’s not, and she’s been here all along. If only I had come here like I wanted, I would have seen it. I never would have done what I did, I never would have tried to end myself on the highway. I never would have…anything.
The confusion that morphed into relief is now turning again, this time to anger. The longer I hold her and kiss her silky hair, the madder I become. This was on purpose. The guys knew she was alive and told me otherwise.
“Baby? Who told you I was dead?” I ask her, hugging her tighter because I know the answer and I know I’m not going to like it.
“Marcus and the captain came together. Marcus has been checking on me, making sure I’m okay. He was really nice.”
“Motherfucker. I’m going to kill him.” I growl against her head, watching her vibrate from the contact of her face with my throat. “Baby, I have to kill him.”
“I know. But not right now. Now I need you to love me the way only you can.”
“Yes baby. Anything you want.” I say, kicking the front door closed behind me with a bang, carrying her through her apartment.
The place is a mess, like she just gave up. Clothes are strewn everywhere, and dishes are piled up in the kitchen. Normally my OCD would be screaming at me to fix it up for her, but not now. Now all I want is to be on top of her and inside of her, to love her and fuck her, and to make her scream in passion instead of pain.
The door to her bedroom crashes against the wall behind it as I kick it open, not wanting to take my hands off of her now that I finally have her again. Even the removal of my touch for a split second to turn a door knob is too much.
I can’t even toss her on the bed like I know she likes, the lack of skin-on-skin contact is too hard for me, so I set her down gently, keeping my bare chest to her as I slowly lay her down and position myself between her smooth thighs.
“Thank fuck you have a dress on.” I chuckle to her, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her floral perfume that I have missed so much.
She giggles, and pulls me tighter to her, dropping her legs open more.
“Zeph, make love to me.”
“I intend to baby girl.” I whisper in her ear, licking up her neck, blowing my breath across her skin, watching her break out in goosebumps. “I absolutely intend to.”
Her dress peels off easily and flutters to the floor, then my leather pants follow, and my underwear, until we’re both naked. It’s heaven being against her again, my hips settling between her thighs, my hands roaming all over her, squeezing and plumping her flesh.
“God you feel so good. Please Zeph.”
“Yes baby.”
I’m rock hard and ready for her, and by the smell of her arousal filling the room I can tell she’s more than ready for me, but I don’t want to rush it. I want it to be right. I’ve dreamt of this every night since I thought I lost her, and now that I have it, I want the fantasies to come true.
She moans a deep throaty sound as I kiss across her jaw and down her neck, stopping to dip my tongue in the hollow of her throat before I move down to her chest. Her tits are swollen and perky and just begging for my affections, and I grab them, holding them together and close my mouth around both nipples together.
She writhes on the bed under me, her body rubbing up and against my cock, making it leak for her, and I groan out my need against her hardened little buds.
“Oh fuck yes.” She sighs, her hands weaving into my hair, and her fingers digging into my scalp.
“Mmmm, good girl.” I mumble around her nipples, sucking them hard, flattening them to the roof of my mouth with my tongue.
She’s divine as she moves and pulls at my curly hair, and those sounds, the ones I loved so much come back.
“Harder.”
“Yes baby.” I moan, rocking my hips slowly against her, feeling my dick rub in the crook between her pussy and her thigh.
She’s so wet that she’s already dripping, and the fluids coat my skin, making me all slick, letting me slide against her flesh easily. It feels so good that I start to throb in need for her.
