Then he curled toward me, pulling me into a strangling embrace that pinned me to his heaving chest.
For long moments, he just held me.
I listened as his raging heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal.
Finally, he spoke with his lips in my hair.
"Needed that.
Thank you."
I smiled and snuggled into him.
"My pleasure, ace."
"I missed you," he said softly, his lips pressing to my brow.
"So damn much.
And not just for this."
"I know."
We needed this - the physical closeness, the frenzied touching, the rush of orgasm - to release some of the wild, overwhelming emotions that affected us when we were together.
"My dad's coming out to visit next week."
He stilled.
Lifting his head, he looked at me wryly.
"You have to tell me that while my dick's still hanging out?" I laughed.
"Caught you with your pants down?" "Hell."
He pressed his lips to my forehead, then rolled to his back and righted his clothes.
"You have an idea of how you want the first meeting to go? Dinner out or in? Your place or mine?" "I'll cook at my place."
I stretched, then tugged the wrinkles out of my shirt.
He nodded, but his vibe changed.
My sated, grateful lover of a moment before was replaced by the grim-faced man who'd been around more frequently lately.
"Would you prefer something different?" I asked.
"No.
It's a good plan and what I would've suggested.
He'll feel comfortable there."
"Will you?" "Yes."
He propped his head in one hand and looked down at me, brushing my hair back from my forehead.
"I'd rather not hit him in the face with my money if we can help it."