His question jars Avery, setting her into motion. She assesses the room and directs Jerry. She doesn’t look at me again until everything is set up and we’re ready to begin. We maintain a friendly formality, just starched enough to be professional, but with the ease of former colleagues. I answer her questions patiently, forcing myself not to stare at her breasts, or the way her waist cinches, or the length of her legs. I don’t stare at those things, but I know they’re there. I remember what she looks like and I’m hard as a motherfucker by the end of the interview. To avoid the awkwardness of my hard-on, I stay seated when we’re done and Jerry walks over to shake my hand.
“Good to see you again, Deck.” He glances at Avery. “You ready?”
She better not go with him. I’ve been good, controlled myself and given her this interview, even gave her a scoop on things I told no one else. If she tries to leave this room, I’m tying her to the bed.
“Uh, actually . . .” She glances at me, a knowing grin spreading her full lips. “You go on ahead. We’re done for the day. I’m gonna catch up with Deck for a little bit.”
Or all night long.
Once the door closes behind Jerry, I just stare at her for a few moments, and she stares back at me. It’s not awkward. It’s anticipation, like we’re not sure where to start first, but I just want to begin.
“I like your hair like that,” I finally say.
“I know.” She tugs at one springy dark curl. “I wore it like this for you.”
“For me?” I lean back deeper into the couch, relaxing my legs so she can see the hard-on I worked so hard to hide from Jerry. Her dark eyes go hot, glancing from my lap to my lips. She takes a step in my direction.
“Stop.” I release the word as a command. “There’s something you should know before you come any closer.”
She links her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts up a little in the silk top she paired with fitted slacks.
“What should I know?” She cocks one brow, waiting.
“Don’t come if you’re not ready.” As much as I want her, as much as I’ve missed her, I mean every word. “If you’re not ready to be with me, to really be with me, then don’t come because I’m not used to settling, and I’m not starting with you.”
She blinks rapidly over the surprise in her eyes, and takes one step in my direction.
“Anything else?” she asks. “Before I come to you?”
“Yeah, I’m not letting you go.” I haul my hand through my hair, freshly cut for today’s dancing bear media blitz. “Shit, Ave. I’ve been in relationships before. I’ve been married before, but I’ve never . . .”
I’m about to sound like a chick. I know it, but I can’t stop the words.
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone else, and I’m not giving you up once I have you. You better get used to that.”
Another step, and now she’s close enough for me to see tears brightening her dark eyes.
“Is that all?” she asks, her voice rich with emotion.
I nod tersely, not sure she’s taking me seriously, but wanting to touch her too much to press the issue. Taking the last few steps and stopping at my knees, she nods to my lap.
“May I?” she asks.
I scoot down another inch, making room for her body to settle over mine. She scoots up until her knees rest on either side of me. She leans forward, pressing her breasts into my chest and her elbows on my shoulder.
“Now let me tell you some things that you should know.” She brushes a finger over my lips. “You should know that I have missed you every day we’ve been apart.”
I try to ignore what her scent and her warmth and the force of who she is does to me; how holding her is the best thing I’ve felt since I left New York at Christmas.
“Have you really?” I ask, my tone casual, my heartbeat anything but.
She leans down until her lips hover over mine.
“I did,” she breathes over me before going on. “You should also know that I’ve done a lot of thinking. My relationship with Will taught me a lot. I don’t want another relationship . . .”
She doesn’t want another relationship? Pain stabs me like a physical cut. Am I willing to be her fuck buddy? The itch she scratches whenever she needs it too badly to ignore?
No, the hell I am not.
“If this is just some elaborate bicoastal booty call,” I say, starting to sit up and pushing her away from me, “Then you can just—”
“Shut up, Deck.” She pushes my chest so that I fall back onto the sofa. “And let me finish.”
I make my eyes flinty for our stare off so she won’t know she just hurt me more than any woman ever has.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.” She pauses to lift one brow. “I don’t want another relationship like I had with Will.”
Her eyes soften, the brown darkening with emotion.
“I want a relationship where I don’t hide and neither do you,” she says. “Where we trust each other even with the hard things; the things that break our hearts and cause us pain.”
“Avery—”
“Where I never have to worry about you cheating on me and you never have to worry about me cheating on you,” she continues over me. “Where even if we’re three thousand miles apart, we’re as close as two people can be.”
Hope climbs up my chest. After all these months apart, I was afraid to let myself hope, but she’s here and she’s ready, and I can’t keep my hands off her even for another second. I grab handfuls of her ass and press her down onto me.
“That all sounds doable.” We both pant at the first grind of her body into mine.
“’Doable?” she asks breathlessly. “I’m risking a lot here. I’m gonna need something more definitive.”
“Really?” My hand moves between us until I can get down her pants, past the barrier of her underwear. She’s wet and slick under my stroking fingers. Her hips rock into me, and her head drops back. With my free hand, I loosen the buttons on her blouse. It falls back to reveal a flesh-colored bra of such thin lace I clearly see her nipples.
“I love how big your nipples are.” I suck them through the lace, my mouth an eager suction. She moans and slides urgently over me, seeking friction.
“Dammit, Avery, don’t make me fuck you like this,” I mutter, eyes clenched closed. “I wanted there to be flowers and candles and all kinds of romantic shit when we did this again.”
“Fuck flowers.” She deals with my belt and slides my pants down, barely waiting for me to lift my hips to help her. “There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, I need you.”
She pauses, swallows, her eyes filled with passion, affection and . . . more. I’m afraid to name it, but there is more there.
“I need you,” she says again.
“I’m right here, baby.” I help slide her pants and panties down, not even all the way off, but gathered at her knees.
She takes me in hand and pushes down, her walls clinging to me.
“Oh, God.” Her head drops back as she rises and falls over me. “Yes.”
I slide the cups of her bra over her breasts urging her forward for my bites and licks.
“Shit,” I mumble against the silky skin. “Avery, It’s been a long time. Slow down or this’ll be over before it starts.
She pauses, looking down at me smugly. “Exactly how long are we talking?”
“If you’re asking if I’ve been with anyone since Christmas, since you.” I thrust up, hard and sure. “The answer is no.”
I grip her hip, commandeering the pace from beneath her.
“And if you’ve been letting anybody else in this pussy,” I say with grave seriousness. “It’s better you don’t tell me because that motherfucker might end up dead.”
Her husky laugh breathes over my lips.
“No other motherfucker’s been in here.”
“Shit.” I grimace my frustration. “Why can’t I remember a condom with you?”
“I
t’s okay.” She leans her forehead into mine. “I’m clean and safe.”
I get to fuck Avery raw? I might shed a tear before this is all over.
“Yeah.” I nod quickly before she changes her mind. “Clean.”
A salacious smile curls her lips. “Then let’s go.”
She resumes the ride, her face twisting with the effort, with the grind. We fuck until the clothes we didn’t bother shedding are wet and clinging to us. We kick off the last of our clothes. I flip her onto her back, and I’m fucking her so hard the couch is scooting with the vigor of it. Just inches scraping across the floor, but the sound of it turns me on even more.
She anchors her feet at the small of my back.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chants, eyes rolling back. “Harder, Deck.”
“Fuck, baby,” I mutter. If I go any harder, I’ll break her, but I take her word for it and as soon as I thrust harder, go deeper, her screams pierce the luxurious quiet of the suite. And I’m not far behind, falling over a cliff into the hottest, wildest, longest orgasm of my life.
We lie there on the couch, hot and sweating and panting, laughing between kisses until our stomachs growl. Who would have thought that first night in the locker room all those years ago, that we’d end up like this? Feeding each other from room service trays, bathing together, making love, making plans, making promises. Sharing hurts, shedding tears, and loving. Yeah, the words aren’t said, but it’s there, and we have all the time in the world. For me, there’s no doubt it’s there. We’ve both had suffering mixed in with love. We’ve loved and lost and were never satisfied. But I’m satisfied with her, and I see in her eyes that she’s satisfied with me. We both have pasts and we’ve both had pain, but what we’ve never had was each other.
But now we do. Thank God, now we do.
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