Fuck. She holds every fucking part of me in that little body and big red heart of hers.
I can’t swallow properly and my breath is slow to return. There’s always a moment of clarity after you come, and this one holds an earth-shattering truth.
This woman will own me in the end.
And I’m not sure if I’ll own enough of her to make her stay.
“Fuck,” she says breathlessly after a minute or two of our bodies being fused together, the sweat cooling between us.
“What?” I manage to ask, ever hopeful that she’s going to give me some indication of how she feels about me.
Tell me that you don’t ever want to leave.
Tell me that you’ll stay long enough to let me learn everything there is to know about you.
Tell me that you’re mine.
I’m nearly sick with how needy I sound to myself and I have to dig deep and push it away. Why can’t I just be satisfied that she’s here at all? If it weren’t for the balls I had to ask her to come in the first place, we would already be apart and moving on with our lives separately. That was what was supposed to happen.
But it didn’t. And if she’s greedy, I’m greedier. I’ll never get enough of her.
“You sure know how to welcome me into your home,” she says, turning her head to look at me, her eyes lazy with satisfaction.
“You know it’s the least I can do,” I tell her. I kiss the back of her neck, tasting her skin. Though I had fallen asleep on the plane, it wasn’t the best sleep. I’m so tempted to keep lying here with her, though I know that both of us will be asleep in no time, which will then fuck up the day I have planned for tomorrow.
Somehow I get both of us out of bed and into the shower. I’ve still got just a towel wrapped around my waist when the buzzer goes off. It’s Amara.
“Come on up,” I tell her. Kayla is staring at me nervously in just stretch pants and a tank top. She’s not wearing makeup, and her hair is wet and down around her shoulders.
“She’s already here?” she squeaks. “I’m not even properly dressed.”
I give her a soothing look. “Neither am I. She’s bringing Lionel and she’s an old friend. Believe me, you look fine.”
“Yeah but you look fucking hot in a towel.”
“Listen,” I tell her, not exactly proud of this. “I’ve had my shirt off around her before.” Her eyes widen and I quickly add, “Not in that way. But it comes with rugby, all right?”
She nods just as the knock comes at the door.
I open it and barely notice Amara standing on the other side of the door. All I can see is Lionel, jumping up on me, absolutely losing his mind with delight.
“Hey, mate!” I cry out, grabbing him and bringing him up to my level. He’s wriggling so fast that he’s nearly impossible to grip, like holding onto a wet seal.
I’ve never been away from Lionel this long and some sorry part of me was afraid he wouldn’t remember me when I came back, but at least I know it’s not true. He’s already dropped a gallon of drool on me in terms of licks and kisses.
Kayla clears her throat from beside me and I’m brought back to reality.
“Kayla, this is Lionel,” I tell her, trying to push his face away from mine.
“Yeah, I get that. How about introducing me to the human?” she says smartly.
Right. That.
I give them both a chagrined smile and set Lionel on the floor. He’s about to jump up again when he spots Emily poking her head around the corner and immediately sets out after her.