got in my nose. “Are you happier single? Without me? Without anyone else? Is that what you want now?”
“No! God, no. I like dick too much. You know that. It’s been torture not having someone to hold me and love me and well, you know. I learned a lot, though. I can cook for one person. I can successfully babysit multiple kids for entire weekends, I like the farmers’ market, and most importantly, I love you.”
My heart skips a beat. And then another. I see her approach the glass. She puts both of her hands up. I put one of my hands up to meet hers. “So the question isn’t am I happy single. It’s are you happy single? And do you want to try this the old-fashioned way? From the beginning?”
I sigh. I’m clean, so I push open the door. Smiling, I say, “It’s not really old-fashioned for you to see me naked, Fast Lane. No, I’m not happy without you. I’m okay without you, because you forced me to be, but I’m not happy. The second Vadim died the only thing I’ve wanted is you. You’re the last piece to the puzzle, the last thing he stole from me that was obtainable. I lost those years and so much more. But you’re here and perfect and by some act of God, willing to give me a chance. I thought I fucked it up,” I say, keeping my gaze locked on hers even though her gaze is slipping down, around and all over my body. “I missed you, Lainey. I love you, always,” I say. I’ve proclaimed my love for her standing stark naked and wet. That counts for something. It has to. The time apart has changed me, like every experience in my life or in anyone’s life, really. You are everything that has happened to you. The good and the bad. The experiences sink into your soul and stain you. No one knows, of course. They can’t hear the screams or see the smiles, but they belong to you forever. Take them, before they take you. As for the opportunity standing in front of me, I’m taking it and running.
She smiles as a tear runs down her face. “I know we’re taking it from the beginning, but you’re the only one naked, and I really want to kiss you right now,” Lainey says, tilting her head to the side with that look in her eyes that drives me wild.
“Kiss me then,” I say, raising my chin. Softly she takes a large step toward me and falls into my arms, mouth first. I catch her with my lips pressed against hers, the scent of her perfume filling my senses.
I inhale deeply. “New perfume?” I ask without taking my mouth off of hers.
She smiles against my mouth. “You like it?” she asks, replacing her words in my mouth with her tongue. I’m not giving up her tongue, so I merely nod, pull her clothed body closer, and relish this moment.
Lainey moans and my cock strains against her and every hair on my body stands on end. How easy it would be to tear off her fucking clothes and sink inside of her. I’d bang her against the glass wall so hard I’d worry about shattering it. The hard way is what needs to happen.
I pull away, panting. “If we’re taking it slow, then I need to turn the water on cold and truly jack off this time. Just quickly.”
“Tell you what. You jack off and I’ll masturbate at the same time. That’s totally old-fashioned, right?” Lainey asks, a glint of mischief in her eye. If she gets naked, I’m liable to slip and fall inside her. She knows it. This might as well be my invitation. Have we made any headway about our future? About our past? Does it matter right now?
“To be honest, when I told you I needed to come home and shower I really did intend to shower by myself and then do whatever you wanted. I didn’t expect—”
She cuts me off by holding up one finger and then removing her skirt and blouse.
She tosses them on the floor by my running shorts. “Sometimes what you expect and what you get are different. Other times what you want and what you get are the same,” she says, voice breathy. Sliding off her black string panties, she’s bare to me. “You also didn’t expect me to be so fucking horny I could cut glass with my nipples