"There were times," I conceded. "I wasn't always miserable. I mean, the end of the world kind of put a crimp in it all, but even now there have been some good moments."
"Like throwing a Molotov Cocktail on some monsters."
"A girl has to find her fun where she can these days," I said, feeling my lips curve up when he chuckled.
"I'm sorry, June," he said, voice soft.
"It's okay," I decided, feeling the years of anger and resentment and uncertainty and sadness slowly start to drift away.
"It's not okay," he insisted. "But I did it because I loved you. Always did. Always have. Always will."
God, my heart felt like it was warming in my chest, re-inflating after being crushed for so long.
"I don't think I ever stopped loving you either," I admitted. If I had, I wouldn't have had such strong feelings toward him after so long. "That was why I was always so angry."
"Hey, if the anger was part of what helped keep you alive, I am okay with that," he said, his fingers leaving my fingers to softly stroke up my forearm. "I missed you," he admitted. "And I was miserable thinking one of them had gotten to you. Even though I knew it was likely what happened."
"I feel a little bad now how many times I pictured one of them getting you," I admitted, smiling when he chuckled again.
"I deserved it," he said, his hand moving higher still, fingers sifting into my hair. "God, I forgot how soft this is," he said, his fingertips teasing over my neck as he stroked my hair, making a shiver move through me. And this time, he felt it. "I haven't touched a woman in years," he admitted, his fingers deliberately sliding down my neck this time, over my collarbone.
The desire came on suddenly and strongly, as it always had with him. Sometimes, all he had to do was look in my direction, and I'd get wet.
Now, after so long being untouched, after so many years wanting him in my heart, while my brain reminded me why I could never have him again, when it started, it felt like it pinged off every nerve ending until I felt raw with need, until it was an oppressive weight on my chest and lower stomach, until it was an aching need between my thighs.
"June?" he said as his body shifted, as his face hovered near my neck, his breath warm on my skin.
I knew what he was doing.
He was asking permission.
"Yes," I said, my arms going out, curling around him, pulling his body over mine.
It would always be yes to him.
"Do you still..." he started to ask, lips a whisper from mine.
I knew what he was asking. Because way back when, I'd had a little procedure that said I would be child-free for as long as the little metal contraption stayed inside my body. He wanted to make sure I'd never gotten it taken out, that we weren't about to take any risks.
"Yes," I said, hands going to the back of his neck, making him close the distance, his lips landing on mine—hard, hungry.
There was no use pretending either of us wanted slow and soft and sweet. There would be time for that later.
Now, our bodies were flames, threatening to burn if we didn't give them what they wanted.
Each other.
My legs wrapped around his lower back as his tongue moved inside to claim mine, my hips shifting until I felt the hard length of him press against the juncture of my thighs, making a ragged moan escape me, muffled by his lips.
"Fuck," he hissed, lips ripping from mine, moving down my neck as his hands bunched up my shirt, his lips sealing around my nipple, sucking it into a hardened point, then moving across my chest to continue the delicious torment.
His hands were hungry, roaming down my belly, slipping under the waistband of my pants and panties, stroking up my slick cleft to find my clit, teasing over it the way he knew I liked best—in slow strokes at first, building to fast circles as my whimpers became moans, as my nails scraped down his back.
A low growl escaped me when the orgasm tore through my system, stealing my breath, leaving me gasping for air when I came back down from the waves.
But Watts wasn't giving me any time to recover, moving back onto his heels, grabbing the waistbands to my pants and panties, yanking them down my thighs, working them off of my ankles, tossing them to the side, then dropping down, his tongue sliding up my cleft to work my sensitive clit as two fingers thrust inside me, finger-fucking me for a long couple of minutes before turning, twisting, stroking over my top wall, driving me up hard and fast once again.
This time, though, he wouldn't let me fly over the edge.
His lips left my clit.
His fingers pulled out of me.
But there was only the lingering disappointment for a moment before his body weight was on me again, and his cock was slamming deep inside me.
His curse mingled with my moan as my walls tightened around him, adjusted to the familiar, but long-missed fullness.
Watts's forehead pressed to mine for a second as he took a few deep breaths, tried to find some control, as the need grew too strong to ignore, making my hips move around in little circles, needing more of that deep friction, that promise of fulfillment.
Soon, he too was too far gone to try to drag it out, make it last.
He shifted up, yanking my legs around his hips, and slamming inside me over and over, his thrusts hard and fast, taking every inch of me each time, hips jerking up as he was deep, creating a delicious little pinch I had always
