“It’s like you were made for me,” I rasped.
She sucked in a ragged breath, releasing it against the shell of my ear, causing a shiver to run the length of my spine.
Her hips rose and fell as her gasps grew louder, increasing in frequency as her release began to build. Rolling over, I pulled her on top of me as she kept her chest pressed to mine.
She sat up, raking her hair back, arching her back so I could appreciate her full form. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” I said, running my hands over her soft breasts and down her middle.
Her lip was between her teeth, pressing into the delicate flesh as she adjusted. The movement nearly caused me to finish, and I gripped her hips to give me time to refocus.
A piece of her golden hair fell into her eyes when she looked down at me. For the first time in a long time, she seemed confident, and that thought alone made my dick harden inside her.
I reached up, running my thumb over her mouth. She kept her eyes on mine, pressing a kiss to my skin, and then opened those beautiful lips, sliding them down over my index finger, gently sucking as she pulled away.
My breathing faltered. “For fuck’s sake, woman.”
She smiled. “You like that?” Her tongue ran up my finger again, something new flickering in her eyes. I didn’t dare question what, in case questions snuffed it out.
She pushed against my chest until she was sitting astride my hips, her nipples hardened into tight buds. My grip tightened on her hips as she slowly rose and fell, teasing me.
“I love you,” I confessed for the millionth time, but it felt like it would never be enough. Her movements grew less controlled as her inhibitions lowered. I began to move her with my own rhythm, pulling her hips forward and rolling them back like waves in sync with the pulsing of her body around me.
“I love you,” she whimpered as her hands ran down the ridges of my abs. “So much.”
“Show me.” With those words, she came undone in my arms, collapsing against me in the aftermath of our affection.
“I’m suffocating,” I panted, tugging the silky white material of my sundress.
“You look like a new pair of tits on a one-legged hooker,” Deb assured me. “I’m jealous.”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked as I stared at my flushed face in the mirror.
“That dress would look like a hand towel on me,” she said—as if that clarified anything at all.
The heat was sweltering and it was only mid-June. We had arranged airline tickets for Josh’s parents, and Mrs. Cipriani had graciously offered her spare bedroom and arranged to rent a vacant apartment in her building for cheap to help us cut down on costs.
“Why are you smiling like a pervert?” Deb’s voice shook me from my thoughts as I fastened the back onto my pearl earring. “You thinking about Josh’s wang?”
“I’m just … happy.” I shrugged as I slid my other earring in my ear. Deb twisted her face in disgust over my shoulder.
“Well, stop it. You’re grossing me out.”
I closed my eyes, behind them a blurry, horizontal peek of the hospital, as if I were looking into one of the rooms through blinds. I blinked them open.
“Whoa,” I said, reaching out for the dresser next to me. “I need more sleep.”
“What?” Deb said, leaning over to look into my eyes. “You’re not going to pass out on me, are you?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t sleep great last night.”
“Typical. Your whole relationship is typical. I wanted an oops pregnancy and public fights and Josh to beat the shit out of Dr. Rosenberg for looking at you too long. Love is boring. No, thank you.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what love feels like, Hamata. I see you looking at Quinn like you want to eat him.”