“You’re still here,” he pointed out.
“Yes but every time we hit a rough patch, I give up and declare we’re over.” I lifted my head and touched my mouth to his before dropping it back to the pillow and promising, “I’ll do my best to break that habit.”
“Don’t matter if you do.”
My head tipped on the pillow. “Pardon?”
“Babe, you can declare all you want. That don’t mean I’ll let you walk out on me.”
My lungs quit working.
“Never let you go,” Tack went on.
My limbs around him tightened and my hand in his hair clenched.
“Not ever,” he finished.
Not ever.
He’d never let me go.
“I love you, honey,” I whispered.
“I know, baby,” he whispered back.
I looked into his sapphire eyes, smelled his musk, felt the weight of his warm, hard, heavy body and the ghost of his pounding between my legs, his c**k still inside me and suddenly, I squirmed.
“Fuck, that greedy pu**y,” Tack muttered.
“Um… I’m kinda ready to keep playing,” I shared something I knew he already knew.
“Babe, I’m still hard and inside you after comin’.”
“And?”
He stared at me.
Then he murmured, “Christ. She wears me out.”
“Liar,” I snapped. “I do not.”
And I didn’t. He might be forty-one but he had stamina and staying power.
I tried a different tactic, lifted my head and put my mouth to his neck as my hands moved on his back.
I trailed my tongue behind his ear then whispered my suggestion there, “Maybe I’ll get some toys so I can take care of business while you’re recuperating.”
His head jerked back and mine fell to the pillow.
“Fuck that,” he stated.
I suppressed a grin.
Tack pulled out and my lips parted at the loss of him.
“Get cleaned up,” he ordered.
“For what?” I asked. “I like you inside me.”