I knock on the door. I make the last few knocks louder and harder by mistake, but he won’t care. I know he won’t.
Robbie opens the door an inch. He’s ditched his date outfit for the classic Cool Guy look; jeans and a white t-shirt. Butterflies ignite in my stomach, telling me once again that I’m making the right choice this time.
Robbie’s eyes grow wide and he opens the door a little further. “Melanie, what—”
I run into his arms. I cup his face, pulling him down for a soft, wild kiss. He kisses me back. His arms hook around my waist, forcing us even closer together. A quick hop and I’m a few inches off the floor, easily held up in a powerful embrace.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, our mouths forever together.
Robbie kisses me again. He turns us around and sets me down on the kitchen counter, prompting my legs to wrap around his waist.
A throat clears across the room. Roger sits on the couch alone, our tryst on full display in front of him.
My cheeks burn.
He smirks. “So, can I tag in on this?” he asks. “If not, I’ll just watch. I’m cool with that, too.”
Robbie’s eyes never leave mine. “Go home, Rog,” he says.
Roger stands up. “Had to try!” he says as reaches the door. “Goodnight, Ms. Rose.”
“G-g-goodnight, Roger…” I say, completely breathless.
He gives me a wink and leaves, closing the door behind him.
I cringe. “I did not know he was here…”
Robbie smiles as he targets my lips again. “Don’t worry about it.”
His hands glide up my back, sending a wave of goosebumps through the ends of my fingertips as he crushes his lips on mine. I reach for his belt, pulling it free so I can get to his zipper.
“Wait, wait…” Robbie breaks our kiss, his firm hands still clinging to me. “My dick will hate me for this, but what do you mean you’re sorry?” he asks.
I touch his face with one hand. That gorgeous, perfect face with perfect eyes and a perfect jawline. “I’m sorry,” I say again, catching my breath. “For leaving, for wanting to leave. I…” I run my thumb along his bottom lip. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want us.”
“What made you change your mind?” he asks.
I tremble, our bodies still so close. “You did,” I say, tears springing to my eyes. “Robbie, I’m so sorry…”
“Shh,” he whispers.
He cups my face and pulls me in for an even deeper kiss.
Thirty-Two
Robbie
Does it even qualify as morning sex if you’ve been at it all night already?
Don’t know. Don’t care.
I thrust forward, plunging deep inside of her again. Melanie opens her mouth, releasing an adorable gasp, and I can’t help but grind into her just to hear it again. This time, I stay inside so I can feel her pussy throbbing. She squeezes me, massaging my cock from the inside and I groan against her lips as another bolt of pleasure fires through us both.
I kiss her slowly, our bodies locked in missionary, but I always thought missionary never gets the credit it deserves. It’s the perfect combination of touching and moaning and other pleasing things, like looking into each other’s eyes and laughing mid-kiss. It doesn’t get any better than that.
Better than this.
“I’m so close,” Melanie says. Her body tightens beneath me. Her nails dig into my sides. I kiss her, tasting the sweet moans on her tongue as I feel the orgasm taking over her. “Come with me,” she says.
Yes, ma’am.
I hold her down. I fuck her harder and faster and right where she likes it.
“Fuck,” she mutters, our lips pressed together.
She falls back onto the pillow, exposing her throat for a few kisses as she moans my name. I lick her salty skin. I watch the pleasure dance on her beautiful face, enjoying it as much as she is. A few of those filthy sounds and my balls tighten for the last time. I release inside of her, filling it with a few quick pumps before pulling out and spilling the rest on bellybutton.
My Melanie.
All mine again.
I stick my cock back inside, still as hard as it was before.
“I love you,” Melanie says.
I stop. I look at her, drawn to her blissfully exhausted eyes. Her words fill me with warmth. It’s been so long since she’s said that to me. I wondered if she ever would again.
“I love you,” I say back. “I always will.”
My lips graze her chin. I leave the softest kiss before finding her lips. We kiss until we can’t breathe anymore. I shift onto my side and wrap my arms around her. My heart skips and my senses sing. I love her so much, more than I can ever express. I don’t want to let her go again.
She holds me back, her little eyes finding mine in the warm morning sunlight. “I’m going to stay,” she whispers.
“Stay?” I ask.
She shifts closer. “In Chicago,” she says.
I pause. I don’t react at first, just in case I somehow heard it wrong. “Really?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
She reaches for my hand and our fingers entwine.
“Really?” I ask again, excitement building in me.
Melanie chuckles. “Yeah.”
I drop my head, resting it on her warm shoulder as I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank god,” I say. “Because the next idea I had involved tying you up.”
She laughs harder. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say. “Just say it again.”
Her smile brightens the room. “I want to stay in Chicago,” she says. “With you.”
I kiss her again. And again. And again.
“No objections?” she asks, amused.
“Hell no.”
She cups my face, forcefully holding my lips at bay. “I want us to try to start over. I mean really try,” she says. “I don’t want to look back anymore.”
I nod. “I want that, too.”
“I want to forgive you, Robbie.” Her thumb caresses my cheek.
