“I don’t know how to feel this happy,” I answered, and his fingers around my ankle tightened.
Then he let me go, got to his feet, but did it bending over to pluck me out of the chair. He turned, sat in it and arranged me in his lap.
“Ren, it’s okay. I’ll be—”
His arms around me gave me a deep squeeze and his voice was thick when he said, “I want you this happy for the rest of your life.”
Oh God.
Again with the melty!
I lifted a hand to his jaw, but tucked my forehead into the side of his neck.
“You willin’ to work on that with me, Ally?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
“Good, baby,” he whispered.
He held me close.
I slid my hand from his jaw to press it against his heart and lay in his arms, feeling it beat.
After some time, Ren spoke.
“My girl, she feels deep.”
He was not wrong.
I said nothing.
He gathered me closer. “So f**kin’ deep.”
I pressed my forehead into his neck.
We again lapsed into contented silence.
It was me who broke it the second time.
“I wondered what it would be like, when the Rock Chicks and Hot Bunch settled in and the drama stopped.”
“And what’s it like?” he asked.
“Sheer beauty,” I answered.
His arms got tighter again and his lips growled, “Mouth, Ally.”
I pulled my forehead out of his neck and tipped my head back.
Ren took my mouth.
Then he took me on his living room rug.
After, he carried me up to his bed, leaving my nightie, panties and his pajama bottoms on the living room floor.
When we got there, neither of us had trouble falling asleep.
And we slept tangled up.