I watched a wealth of emotions flash through his eyes before his hand pulled me down and he took my mouth again, rolling me, covering me with his body, kissing me long, wet, hard and deep.
When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed over my cheek to my ear and his voice was hoarse when he promised, “You’re always safe with me.”
I held him tight. “I know.”
“I’ll erase him.”
“You already are.”
“Make your body sing.”
“You already do.”
“I love you, Sylvie.”
“I love you back, Creed.”
His head moved, I felt the edge of his teeth run light along my jaw then his lips came back to mine and he locked our eyes.
“Gonna claim back every inch of you,” he vowed.
“You already have.”
“No, I haven’t. But I’m gonna.”
I smiled against his lips. “Looking forward to that, baby.”
He smiled back. “I got that. Nearly begged me to f**k your ass.”
I shrugged under him. “You made it hot.”
“Oh, it’s hot,” he promised.
I squirmed under him. He smiled against my mouth again. Then he touched his lips to mine and lifted his head an inch.
“Need provisions,” he said quietly. “For you to like it, need you slick.”
He was killing me.
“Sex shop, first stop tomorrow,” I declared and he threw back his head and burst out laughing.
I stilled and stared as his laughter shook my body and filled the room with its beauty.
When he sobered, he grinned down at me then his grin faded and his hand came up to curl around the side of my head.
“What?” he whispered.
“I missed you,” I whispered back.
I watched him close his eyes slowly then his face disappeared in my neck.
We lay that way awhile before he rolled us to our sides but kept our bodies close.
When we settled, quietly he told me, “You got shit to think about.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Future shit.”