Boone
I trace my hand up and down Margot’s leg that is draped over my side. Her skin is soft, silky, and plain perfect.
We’re lying on the floor in front of the fireplace, content and blissed out of our minds.
I turn my head towards her and lift her chin to steal a kiss from her. Her lips are the gates to heaven for me, and I can’t get enough.
Breaking away from the kiss, I press my forehead to hers.
“I’m sorry Margot,” I whisper to her.
“What are you apologizing for?” she states with confusion laced in her voice.
“For losing control and for being so rough. You deserve better than that. You deserve to be treated like a queen and cherished.”
She bursts out laughing. She’s not releasing cute little giggles but full blown laughter, like I just told her the funniest joke in the world.
I’m confused why she’s laughing though.
“I don’t know what’s so funny, but I was being serious Margot.”
She stops laughing and props herself up on her elbow so she’s looking down at me.
“I know you’re serious Boone. I love that you want to cherish me. But every girl needs her man to let loose with her and get a little rough every once in a while. Do I seem angry at the moment to you?”
Instantly, I want to say no, but I take a long look at her to make certain. Her eyes are calm and if I want to be damn corny, they have a twinkle in them.
There are no lines of tension anywhere on her face either. She’s relaxed, sated, and glowing.
“No. You’re not angry,” I tell her.
She flashes the sweetest smile at me.
“Exactly. I’ve never been any happier or perfect than right now with you. Even after you were rough with me as you pointed out. Not only was it rough, but it was hot. It was mind blowing to the point that I want to do it again.”
This time, it’s me laughing. Only she could put me at ease like this.
“Okay. I’ll make sure I pen you into my calendar for another round of hot and mind-blowing sex baby,” I respond.
She giggles.
“Good,” she states before giving me a brief kiss.
I pull her down to me as she’s lifting her head away from me, so I could kiss her properly. Soon, I’m lost in the sweet taste of her and how right it feels to be kissing this woman and her alone.
She’s mine, and I’ll be damned if I lose her again like I did all those years ago.
She may not have accepted an apology for my behavior the past few hours, but hopefully, she’ll accept the one I’m about to give her for the past five years.
“I’m sorry for never tracking you down before now,” I tell her in all seriousness.
“You’re just full of apologies tonight, aren’t you?” she jokingly replies.
I grunt.
“Yeah, but that one is the one that haunts me the most,” I say. “I should’ve have tracked you down. I missed out in having the most amazing woman by my side. I missed out on the beginning of my own daughter’s life.”
Margot averts her eyes with my last statement. A look of sadness and guilt washes over her beautiful face.
Shit. I didn’t mean to upset her. Before I can reassure her, she starts to speak.
“I’m sorry too, Boone. Every day I wanted to contact you and tell you about the beautiful baby girl we made together. I never should’ve kept Amelia’s existence a secret from you.”
She pauses briefly. She’s getting choked up and her eyes glisten with moisture indicating she’s fighting back tears.
“I was scared though,” she continues. “I didn’t know how you would really react. Plus, my parents wanted me to stay away from you because of their relationship with your own parents.”
I tense up.
“Did my parents…did they try to hurt you and Amelia?” I ask her.
My father is a bastard sometimes, but I don’t know if he’s that sinister or vindictive.
“I’m not sure what your parents are capable of Boone, or if my parent’s concerns have any real foundation. Their worries got to me a little, though. I would do anything to make sure Amelia is safe. Myself as well so I’m able to take care of her.”
I understand a little better now why she kept Amelia a secret.
I’m still upset that I’ve missed four years of my daughter’s life, but the past can’t be changed. All I can do now is make sure I don’t lose any more time with her. Or Margot.
“I was upset at first about not knowing I had a daughter, Margot. But that’s all in the past, and I understand better why you didn’t tell me. I don’t like or agree with it, but I understand. I’m just grateful now that I know about her and that I get to interact with her.”
“I really am sorry I didn’t tell you,” she responds.
“I know baby,” I tell her. “You’re both here, and that’s all that matters.”
She gives a shy smile. I grab the back of her neck and pull her towards me for another kiss.
The kiss starts out slow and tender, but progresses into need and passion. One hand caresses down her side toward her hip where I grip it and pull her body closer to mine.
Margot gives a little whimper of pleasure.
I want to sink myself into her again, but I stop myself short of doing just that. We need to shower and get some sleep.
I break away from her lips and stand up. She looks up at me in confusion.
I chuckle before bending down to scoop her up into my arms eliciting a little squeak of surprise from her. She wraps her arms around my neck.
“What are you doing?” she asks. “I thought we were going to go for another round of that hot sex you’re so good at.”
She’s giving me a seductive look.
My booming laughter fills the living room.
“I can guarantee you another round baby,” I tell her. “Right now though, we could both use a shower and then get some sleep. You look tired, I feel tired, and if we want to be able to keep up with the vast amount of energy Amelia seems to always have, then sleep is needed.”
She’s pouting a little now, but I can see her agreement with me in her eyes before she even says anything.
“Okay. Shower and sleep tonight, but I’m holding you to that promise mister.”
“I expect nothing else,” I chuckle.
I pick her up and carry towards the bathroom.