“That makes sense. Sometimes I wonder why you didn’t tell me, and then other times I’m glad you didn’t because things might have ended up differently had it came up.”
“I should have told you,” Malena whispers. “I was too afraid of losing the only good thing I’ve had in my life.”
My chest burns with adoration. Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her. I back her up to the bed and follow her down trying desperately not to disconnect our lips. Her love tastes like honesty. The truths are so loud that they block out anything that might cloud this moment. I kiss her until her breathing speeds, and she’s raising her hips seeking me out. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her lips. Her eyes open and I’m greeted with a hint of mischief. “I’m not going to last five seconds.”
She laughs, tips up her chin, and waits for my kiss. “Are you saying you didn’t know how much you missed sex until we didn’t have it?”
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, tracing my lips down her chest and the hollow between her breasts, dragging my fingers over her nipples as I move. “No, I’m quite aware of what I’ve missed.” I continue my assault down her stomach and kiss between her legs. My fingers slip into her wet folds and her moan lights the air.
“This feels better than in my dreams.” I lick her clit until she’s bucking against me, surging toward orgasm, her breathing speeding. Then I stop, wipe my mouth against her inner thigh, and press my lips against hers.
“That wasn’t nice,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I grunt. “Trying to level the playing field a little.” Lining up my dick to her wet pussy, every muscle in my body tenses. “When I make love to my wife, she needs to come.”
Her panting turns ragged, as she lifts her hips farther, urging me inside. I close my eyes and drive into her. The familiar inhuman feeling of her core gripping me sends a rack of chills down my spine, an awareness that trumps every pain.
Finally. Finally. I’m home.
Malena runs her hands up the sides of my face, resting her forehead against mine, gaze locked on mine. We find our rhythm, together. A year of time has nothing on the fluidity of our chemistry—our connection. She’s in my head, in my rapidly beating heart. Her hands slide down my back and pull on my ass. The pace quickens, as do her moans so I know it won’t be much longer. Giving myself over to just feel it is easy now.
Tucking my face into her neck, I breathe in her skin. It’s her. Everything about this woman—my wife, that I’ll never get enough of. “I’m coming,” Malena says, sighing out and clenching my glutes tighter.
“Me too,” I say against her pulse, pressing a kiss there, and then deciding to suck a little instead. We come at the same time, releasing a years’ worth of pent-up emotions, or lack thereof.
“That was worth the wait,” Malena pants, not releasing her grip.
“Let’s never wait that long again, though. Don’t get any crazy ideas,” I say.
“Agreed,” she replies, searching for my lips.
She kisses me, raising her hips to feel our connection. “I love you so much. You’re my favorite person in the entire world.”
“You’re my favorite person in the entire universe,” I reply, jutting deeply inside her.
Her reply is that smile.
No one tells you how to love a universe. It’s so big and awe-inspiring that contentment comes from merely existing inside of its wonder. I’ll spend my life loving in this most impossible way.
She’s my miracle. My constant. She is devotion unfiltered and in high def stereo. The words she spoke and thought I never heard ricochet through my mind.
Love me, Leif. Love me.
And so I will. For the rest of time.
Other Titles by International Bestselling Author, Rachel Robinson
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
CRAZY GOOD SERIES
CRAZY GOOD
SET IN STONE
TIME AND SPACE
THE REAL SEAL SERIES
BLACK AND WHITE FLOWERS
HERO HAIR
LIFE PLUS ONE
BRONZE BAY SEAL SERIES
KEEPING IT
TOSSING IT
ROMANTIC COMEDY
FROG HOG NOVELLAS
FROG HOG – VALEN AND HUTCH
EROTIC ROMANCE
THE DOM GAMES
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