the garage. We pass no one, which is nice. I don’t think I could keep up my charade in front of anyone else. The truth is, my heart is breaking, and there’s no justifiable reason. As far as I know, Spike’s done nothing wrong. The fault lies within me and my failure to trust that he won’t abandon me.
Mitzy sure hit that one on the head.
By the time we make it to the house, I’ve rid myself of most of the poisonous thoughts. It really does feel good to have Spike home again, and there’s no ignoring the static charge building in the space between us.
The moment we cross the threshold of our love nest, Spike’s lips are on me. He knows how to kiss. No denying that. It turns my brain inside out when he kisses me like that. He alternates between loving licks and ferocious nips. All I’m capable of is holding on and letting him take the lead.
“You taste like sin.” He kisses up along my jawline, nuzzles at the soft spot behind my ear, then trails a line of fire down my neck. I arch against him, pressing my breasts against the hardness of his chest.
“You feel like heaven.” I manage to get out a few words, but the talent of his kisses has me whimpering and crying out for more.
He gives me everything I ask, turning me mindless until all I can do is react. His desperation matches mine, an irresistible need to fuse every part of ourselves into one body, where our breaths, and the beating of our hearts, become one.
He leans into me. His fingers clutch my ass, yanking me against his hardness. I rise and meet his demands, meeting his desire with the same desperate need.
“Spike…”
“Hush, no words. I only want you to feel.” His words whisper against my skin. And I feel him. I taste him in my mouth. I feel the strength of his hands on my body. I see it in the burning desire simmering in his eyes.
And as he removes our clothes, my body heats for what comes next. I’m wet and wanting, ready to accept his dominating thrusts. He sheaths his hard, rigid length with a condom, then he lifts me until I straddle his hips.
This time, there’s nothing slow. He lowers me down and thrusts up at the same time as a cry of pleasure pours out of my mouth. I’m wet, aroused, and wanting. The squelching thrusts as he rams into me make my eyes roll into the back of my head. When he draws out, I clutch at him, feeling a horrifying emptiness, until he rams forward again.
It doesn’t take long before pressure builds within me. It’s intense, amazing, and wonderful. I feel us coming back together, uniting as one, and wonder why I ever doubted him at all.
Spike would never hurt me.
A groan breaks from Spike as he thrusts deep. His legs shake, and I can tell he’s close. I feel it too. The pressure builds. He captures my lips and sweeps his tongue inside to devastate and claim. One hand cups my breast, caressing and kneading the tender flesh. A moan escapes me as his kiss turns more impassioned, more loving.
Sex with Spike is nothing short of phenomenal. My blood grows hotter as the pressure within me builds. The pulsations within me grow as our bodies grind and connect. It feels so good, I ache with the need to come and grind against the friction of his cock as he slides it within me.
That pressure builds. The pulsations intensify. It starts deep within me, a wave of pleasure so intense it’s unbearable as it explodes within me. I fly over the edge and into an abyss of pleasure.
Spike’s with me, joined to my soul, as he shatters and surrenders to the pleasure arcing through his body. We cling together long after the tremors subside. He holds me in his arms as he carries me the rest of the way inside. Sitting down on the couch, I arrange my legs to either side of him as we do nothing other than simply gaze into each other’s eyes and float on our conjoined high.
“You’re my life.” The gentle caress of his fingers pushes the hair off my face. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“I really missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
Despite reconnecting over great sex, unease trickles through my mind. I hoped he might open up to me and tell me where he