The Boy Who Has No Belief - Victoria Quinn Page 0,81
but each other. His solid chest pressed against my bare tits, warm and comfortable, and I explored his body with my fingertips, loving all the muscle, all the strength.
He lifted me effortlessly then laid me back on the bed, silently moving on top of me and getting between my legs with a smooth transition of easy moves. He entered my wetness and took a deep breath because that was the only reaction he could make.
My ankles locked around his waist, and I pulled him close, digging my nails into his back, feeling his lips against my neck as he kissed me. I closed my eyes once we were reunited, getting swept up in that perfect unison of lust and love, his strong heartbeat against mine. “I love you.” Unrestrained, I spoke every thought that came into my mind, told this man how much he meant to me, put all my cards on the table so there was no mistake about the depth of my feelings.
He thrust inside me gently as he moved his face over mine, breathing with me as we rocked together on top of my made bed. His eyes were lost in that intense gaze, like my words turned him on rather than turned him off. “Baby, I love you…”
When I woke up the next morning, he was already awake.
Naked beside me, his arm was around me, his eyes looking into mine. His brown eyes were sleepy and heavy-lidded, like he was still tired even though he’d been awake a while. The sunlight from the window behind me lit up his fair skin, showing the shadow that had grown throughout the night.
It was the first time I’d woken up with him next to me.
It was like a dream.
His hand slid up my thigh until he hiked my leg over his hip. He moved in and kissed me. “Morning.” His deep voice was raspy like he hadn’t fully woken up just yet. “It’s nice to see you first thing when I open my eyes.”
My hand cupped his cheek and felt the stubble on his face with my thumb. “Yeah…it is.”
He moved in and pressed a few kisses to my neck and shoulder, smothering me with his love.
I held him close and hugged him, enjoying the most beautiful Sunday morning of my life.
His hand moved up my back and gently rubbed me, his touch warm and affectionate.
“I don’t want to get up.”
“Neither do I.” He pulled away so he could look at me again.
“The second we walk out of here, my daughter is going to be a cockblock again.”
He chuckled. “A cockblock?”
“She hogged you all night long. It was ridiculous.”
He smiled. “I thought that would you make you happy.”
“It did, but I was also over it.”
“Well, I’m yours a little longer.”
“Yeah.” I continued to feel his stubble with my thumb. “How was last night for you?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had, even when we have to be dead silent.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said with a laugh. “But thank you. I mean with Lizzie…my parents.”
“Oh,” he said, grinning at his assumption. “I had a good time. Your dad reminds me of my dad. You know…warm.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“I thought it went well, and I’m happy to do it again.”
“That’s great.” Wow, this really was a dream. My daughter brought us closer together, not further apart. “Would you want to get breakfast with us and go shopping?”
“Shopping for what?”
“Clothes. I try to do something with her outside the house every weekend.”
“Sure. I don’t need any clothes, though.”
“You can hold our bags for us instead,” I teased.
He smiled. “I’m fine with that. I’m happy to do whatever—as long as I’m with you.”
21
Derek
Emerson left to pick up Lizzie from school, and I continued to work. Now that I wasn’t nervous to be around Lizzie, I didn’t dread the moment of her arrival, and I got back into work without thinking about anything else.
Pierre and Jerome left, so I was alone, moving around the lab to find what I needed to keep working, to run the simulations and troubleshoot everything before we even tried to build it.
The door opened and closed behind me.
“Whoa!” Lizzie’s excited voice echoed throughout the entire lab. “Look at this place.” She walked to one of the tables and started to play with the 3-D model sitting there.
“Lizzie, don’t touch anything.” Emerson grabbed her wrist and pulled it down. “These are not toys, alright?”
“Toys?” Lizzie asked incredulously. “Do you think I’m five?”