soul spills into hers.
This is more than scratching an itch or satisfying a primal urge. I don’t remember anyone but her. It’s only her. Has there ever been anyone else?
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I feel her clenching as she finishes. I hear her fluttered breaths, and I know she’s with me in this place, melting with me.
Sliding to the side, I dispose of the condom before returning to pull her into my arms. I’m weary to my core from this night.
Our fingers thread, and I’m not ready to say all the things in my mind. I’m not ready to look at what I’ve done and decide what it means.
I only want to hold her and sleep.
* * *
A shaft of light streams in from the crack in my heavy, gray velvet curtains. I’m lying on my side in my massive bed, and last night comes back in a rush.
I turn, sliding my hand across the mattress, over cool sheets…
I’m reaching, searching. My throat tightens until…
My fingers encounter her soft skin.
Rolling over, I blink a few times at the woman beside me in this bed. Confusing warmth floods my chest, and a smile lifts my lips.
She’s fucking adorable. Her hand is tucked under her cheek, and a wavy lock of dark red hair falls over her eye. She’s asleep in my bed. She didn’t sneak out again.
Her skin is flawlessly white. Lifting my hand, I trace my finger along the top of her shoulder, and it rises slightly at my touch. Her blue eyes blink open, and when they meet mine, she smiles.
I feel the smile still on my lips, and I push into a sitting position. “How did you sleep?”
She pushes into a sitting position as well, that fiery hair dropping around her shoulders. A curl loops under her nipple, and my cock is ready to go.
“Your bed is very comfortable.” She props an elbow on the top of the pillows and traces her finger down my chin. “How do you shave in there?”
I capture her slim hand in mine, holding it to my lips for a kiss. “Very carefully.”
She scoots closer, cupping my face in her hand and pressing her forehead to my cheek. I wrap my arm around her, turning us so I’m looking down into her face.
Her eyes hold mine, and I trace a finger along her brow, down her cheek. I’ve handled priceless heirlooms, one-of-a-kind artifacts, last pieces of million-dollar collections…
“Joselyn…” My voice is gentle, but I don’t know what comes next.
These are uncharted waters, and I don’t make deals I can’t predict. How do I say what I’ve never said?
“Spencer…” Her voice lowers, and she’s teasing, mocking my serious tone.
Our eyes meet, and she blinks impishly. Her full lips press together like she’s suppressing a laugh. I drop my chin, exhaling a groan, and I’m ready to flip her over and spank her creamy, round ass.
Then bite it.
But first, I cover her lips with mine. My hand travels higher, cupping her breast. I’m gearing up for another round when a sharp voice rings through the house like a fucking police siren.
“Mom! Mom! Aunt Sly’s missing!” Ollie’s feet thud loudly up the hall then pause, almost like he remembers. “Mr. Spencer! Mr. Spencer…”
At the first pounding of his seven-year-old feet on the stairs, we’re out of the bed, scrambling for clothes.
“Holy shit!” Joselyn’s eyes are wide, and she has those flannel PJ pants on before I’ve even located my Jockeys.
A door flies open below, and Courtney stops his upward progress. “Ollie, stop! Don’t go up there. Tell me what’s happening!”
“Aunt Sly hasn’t been in her bed. Get Mr. Spencer. Get Superhero Tom!”
“Calm down, and let’s see what’s happening.”
They descend the stairs, and a fully clothed Joselyn skips across the room to plant a kiss on my mouth. “I’ll take care of this.”
I catch her before she skips away, pulling her to me. Her chin lifts, and light twinkles in her blue eyes. She’s happier than I’ve seen her in a month, and dread pricks my chest.
Cupping her face with my hand, I slide my thumb over her full bottom lip. She’s so beautiful. Leaning down, I kiss her. I inhale her soft hair, and I hold her forehead to my cheek. Her hands clutch my arms, and I have to let her go.
I hold a little longer, finding it difficult to take my hands away.
But I do.
My lips are warm from her kiss, and I turn to my armoire as she jogs down