wrote your initial with a heart around it on the foggy glass, I’d been a little fucked in the head about you marring my clean glass. But then…”
“I don’t even remember doing that. It used to drive Dad crazy when I’d write on the windows of his car but Mom always said they were little Baylee notes left all over, and that he should appreciate them.” My voice wobbles and I choke down the emotion of thinking about her.
“Well, I did appreciate it. For once, I didn’t strive for perfection,” he says, “I wanted something better than perfection. I wanted you.”
“This is so thoughtful. Thank you, War.”
He shrugs. “I took a picture of it so the jeweler would get it exact. It may seem obsessive but I really wanted it—”
“They’re beautiful, War.”
I take my time putting them in each ear and then beam at him.
“Listen, Baylee,” he says slowly and brings his gaze from my ears to my eyes. “I’m not going to take that medicine anymore. The side effects always seem to be worse than the actual problem.”
He’d confessed earlier today to taking Klonopin before the wine, hence the unusual reactions. My heart sinks and I wonder if that night would be the only night we’d ever spend together.
“But, that being said, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about the way it felt to be inside of you. To kiss you. To make love to you. Medicine or not. Wine or not. I want to try to be with you again.” He sighs and scrubs his face with his palm. “I can’t promise I’ll never have another episode again, but as long as my mind is clear from the drugs, I vow to never hurt you again. I may not be able to touch you, but I won’t ever put my hands on you in anger for as long as you live.”
“You know, those pills are meant to be taken each day and not sporadically. Most have a two week or more loading dose before noticeable changes. I’ve been reading up on ways to help you. You’re not giving your body enough time to adjust to them I’m afraid,” I tell him firmly.
His jaw clenches but he nods. “Maybe we can research it together. I’m willing to try if that’s what you want.”
I nod and will the tears away. I miss the man from last night but I also want the man in this bed with me. “So what now?”
He leans forward and tugs at the rope on my robe. It falls open and reveals my breasts. “We see what happens.”
“See what happens,” I murmur as I slip out of the robe and toss it away.
He climbs off the bed and undresses. I’m in awe of his sheer, masculine beauty. All contours and curves. Beautiful. He strides off and returns with a towel. “I’d feel more comfortable with this underneath us.”
I smile and nod. My eyes never leaving his, I climb onto the bed and lie on his newly situated towel. His entire body trembles as he watches me with both fear and anticipation. The eagerness squashes his apprehension because he slowly slides between my spread legs.
“Focus on me, War. Focus on how good I make you feel. Kiss me. Don’t think, just do.”
He launches himself on me and our lips smash together. I let out a moan that has his erect cock pressing against my belly. Running my fingers up his ribs, I then rake them through his hair.
I need this man. Desperately so.
“Make love to me.”
“God, Bay,” he groans as he positions his cock against my entrance. “I can’t think when I’m with you.”
I cry out when he pushes into me. “Good. Don’t think. Just be with me.”
Our mouths tangle again and he bucks into me over and over again. The slapping of our flesh echoes in my room and with each pound into me, I grow closer to orgasm. My body thrums with desire for him to touch me all over, but right now, I’ll take what I can get. His mouth on mine, his body connected inside of me—it’s enough.
“So perfect,” he chants over and over again.
My body writhes beneath his, growing closer with each breath to an incredible orgasm only he can give me. “I’m close.”
He grunts and his finger finds my throat. His strong hand cradles my neck and he holds me as he loses himself to a body shuddering climax. My name is on his lips—a violent whisper