to let her inside. She walked through the threshold and looked around, smiling at the wood floors as she padded across them. The walls were a shade of green that matched her eyes. The white furniture paid homage to her sun-bleached strands. The light fixtures I picked were delicate, like the curves that graced her body.
“Wow. This is beautiful, Decker,” she whispered in awe while trailing a finger along a side table. It was coated with dust from renovations, and I wished I’d known she was coming over so I could have cleaned up some. It was important to me that she liked the home I built; it was a shrine to my love for her, and I one day hoped I’d be lucky enough to have her living here.
She turned to look at me and swallowed, those entrancing eyes of hers trailing each dip and groove in my abs as she licked her lips. I looked down and realized I was shirtless and dripping with sweat. Patches of white paint coated my abs.
I loved the effect I had on her. “You ready to paint?” I asked, interrupting her welcomed perusal. She coughed then squeezed her eyes shut.
“Yup,” Blakely replied, popping the p with her plush lips. “Lead the way.”
We walked into the kitchen, a thousand burning questions searing my tongue. How was she? How was school? Did she still want me?
Did she still love me?
“This kitchen is amazing,” she cooed while taking in the granite countertops and decorative cabinets. I was painting an accent wall the same color as the dress she wore the night we danced in Lance’s living room. She was everywhere. She set her paintbrush down and turned to look at me, uncertainty in her eyes. I saw the same burning questions staring back at me. “So where should I start?” she asked.
I almost let my cowardice win. I almost told her where the paint was and where I desired her strokes, but I didn’t. “Tell me a truth, Blakely,” I demanded in that old familiar way which bonded us together. She smiled.
“I’m nervous as fuck,” she admitted.
“Me, too,” I answered honestly while taking another step closer. “Tell me another truth.”
She set down the paintbrush and took a step toward me. Just a few more truths, and we’d finally meet in the middle. “I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you, too.”
Another step. Another truth. Another pull that yanked us closer. I stared at the straps of her overalls, begging them to snap. I took in her long legs and the tear in the jeans at her knee. “Tell me a truth, Decker,” she whispered.
I cupped her neck and peered into her eyes. Her hands wrapped around my arms, squeezing at my biceps as she waited with bated breath for my admission. “I still love you, Blakely Stewart.”
“I love you, too.”
I kissed her like she was the last drop of water in the world. I savored her. I devoured her. I nipped and caressed and fucked with my tongue, lavishing her mouth with all the words I wanted to say over the last three months. She responded with earnest, tracing circles along my abs as her thankful tears coated my cheeks. Our truths were a tangible connection savored between us. She tasted divine and like my most cherished thoughts.
“I love you so much. You’re my lungs, Decker. You’re my heart.”
I snapped her overalls off and watched with fascination as the heavy denim shimmied to the floor, leaving her in nothing but an old shirt and a pair of pink panties. We collapsed to our knees, and it felt like we couldn’t get enough. My fingers dug into her skin as she tugged at my hair. She removed her shirt as I took off my gym shorts. “You’re my everything,” I said between broken kisses and mended promises.
I unclasped her bra and groaned when I saw her perfect breasts bared to me. Cupping each in my hands, I kneaded and tugged as she writhed beneath me. Her hand dipped below the waistband of my boxers, and I almost came on the spot when her warm fingers circled the shaft of my cock. “I need you, Decker,” she moaned into my mouth.
I needed her, too. I needed her in every sense of the word. With her back on the hard tile, I peppered kisses on every inch of skin I could see. Coating her neck with my brand, I dipped lower as her back arched. I then kissed her