Chapter Nine
I’m lying beneath Kyle, my thigh-high-clad legs a silken band around his hips as he pumps the last of his release slowly into me. We’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, our skin slick and overheated. We’re breathless from the vigorous lovemaking—and yes, that’s exactly what this was. There is no question in my mind that Kyle feels for me what I do for him.
It’s in every reverent touch and starved kiss shared between us.
There isn’t a single part of my body he hasn’t touched, explored, sampled, or devoured. He’s an animal, wild and untamed, determined, driven, and voracious in his need and desire to conquer.
Exactly how I remember him.
“I’ve missed you,” I admit in a voice so soft it hardly carries. But he hears me.
“I’ve missed you so damn bad, my Sunny Sunshine,” he replies, his voice muffled against my neck. But I catch every word because I hang on them all.
My hands skate down his back in a feather light touch that raises goose bumps on his skin and causes him to shiver. I kiss his shoulder, his neck, the side of his damp head. He does the same to me, returning a love that was broken but never lost.
“I want you to be mine again,” Kyle says suddenly, and lifts his head to meet my eyes. I’m surprised by the request, but I know instantly it’s exactly what I want, what I’ve been waiting for.
“I’m already yours.” I never stopped belonging to him. There’s no doubt in my mind anymore that Bianca was right—I put my life on hold, waiting for this man to come back and claim me. Such a foolish thing to do, yet somehow, I know it’s all going to work out in the end, exactly the way it’s meant to.
Kyle’s smile is easy, and his eyes trace my face, every slope and curve and angle as if he hasn’t seen me in forever, and I do the same with him, taking a hundred walks down memory lane in a matter of seconds, snapshots of our past life together flickering through my mind one after another. It’s similar to the way he always looked at me before, when we were growing up and experiencing life together, but this time...it’s something more. Something deeper and more profound.
This is a mature kind of love, one that has evolved and deepened in a way that can only truly happen when one experiences the deep lash of pain and loss and knows what it means to have something so precious returned to them.
In my mind, I think this is the kind of love that can last. Will last. I just need to clear the air first.
“I know you said you didn’t do anything,” I start, figuring I might as well launch right into it, “and I know I’ll never really know what the truth is because I wasn’t there. But in my heart, I’m choosing to forgive you and put the past aside.”
“I wish you had been there, so there would be no doubt in your mind. I know that’s impossible though,” he says sadly. “Do you really think it’s possible to move forward, to put it all behind us and see what could be ahead of us?”
Wriggling a hand between us, I run my fingers through his thick hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers. “We’re adults now. We have years of experience, of growth and maturity. I think we can get past it. I want to.”
Hell, I need to. I’ve been holding onto bitter feelings for too long. It’s time to let them go and grab onto something new.
“I want that too,” Kyle rasps.
Leaning down, he kisses my lips lightly, then slowly begins to add more pressure as the kiss grows deeper. When his hips flex, I feel his length growing hard again, thickening inside me as he begins to rock against me.
Soft moans crawl up my throat, filling the space between us.
As the pace picks up and the heat rises once more, I feel our connection to one another solidifying, bringing with it a sense of peace and satisfaction I’ve been missing since the day our relationship ended, pushing out the lingering sadness and pit of despair that’s been a constant companion for far too long.
As Kyle’s fingers and mouth work their magic, tweaking and plying and demanding my subjugation, I feel the steady rise of energy coalescing inside me.
“I want you to come,” Kyle says against my lips, then he plunges his tongue into my mouth, making love to me in every possible way.
When I feel his length swell inside me, tightening our bond, I lose any hold I may have had over myself. The climax hits me hard, and a cry of pleasure tears loose, mingling with Kyle’s deep voice as he joins me, filling me once again.
“You’re mine now,” he swears between labored breaths. “You’re all mine. I’m never letting you go again.”
I bury my smile in the curve of his shoulder, happy beyond words. I’m never letting him go again either, I vow. “Kyle?”
Hearing the hesitation in my voice, he stiffens before drawing back to look at me. “What is it, baby?”
I see the flicker of fear in his eyes, and I know what he must be thinking. I’m quick to alleviate that fear, to put his worries to rest. “I love you.”
Just like that, the storm clouds recede and Kyle’s answering smile is wide and brilliant, filled with joy and happiness that fills my heart to the brim.
“I love you, too, my Sunny Sunshine.”