I don’t when he looks at me.
We’re two broken souls, searching for something real and have found each other.
“Kiss me,” I request.
He does, taking my mind off all the heavy and allowing me to just feel again. I lose myself to him as we explore each other. His hands slide up my stomach to my breasts and he rubs my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, driving me crazy. My head falls back when his tongue touches it and then he takes me into his mouth.
My hands are in his hair, keeping him there as he drives me crazy. It feels so incredible—and right.
He comes back to my mouth, kissing me, drinking in my moans, and I move my hands to his belt.
Derek walks me back until my legs hit the bed. “Lie down, Teagan.”
I scoot back, and he undoes his belt, but not his pants. Then his fingers hook in my pants, as he pulls them off. I’m completely naked before him. There’s a part of me that wants to cover myself. It’s been so damn long since I’ve done this, and I pray it really is like riding a bike because I’d like this to be perfect for us.
“I need to taste you.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, his mouth is against my calf, slowly moving his way up. God, this is happening. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure he can hear it. I close my eyes and focus on trying to not hyperventilate.
When his tongue swipes against my clit, I lose it. My fingers are gripping the comforter so tight I can feel my nails through the fabric. His tongue slides around and then flicks in the best way. I want him to stop or maybe never stop, I can’t even think.
“Derek.” I say his name, asking for something that I don’t know. “Please, yes, God!”
He continues to push me harder, sucking on me and then flicking again and I’m so damn close, but he backs off right before I can reach the crest.
Then, he inserts his finger, swirling it around while sucking—hard—on my clit and I explode.
I writhe, calling his name out over and over as he keeps going, milking every ounce of pleasure from my body. I lie here, spent, but desperate for more.
He climbs up my body, kissing his way to my neck. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“No,” I say, half laughing. “You are.”
“I need to be inside of you, Tea.”
My fingers touch his face. “I need that too.”
He’s divested himself of his pants and I reach down between us, taking his dick in my hand, pumping and relishing in how his teeth clench.
“Does this feel good?” I ask.
“Are you serious?”
“I need to know what you like.” I move a little faster, keeping a steady rhythm as if he was inside of me now.
“Anything with you I have a feeling I’m going to like.”
That’s a good answer.
“There’s a condom in the top drawer,” I tell him and he moves lightning fast.
He has the wrapper opened and he’s rolling it on before I can sit up.
This is the moment of truth. He lines himself up with my entrance and stares down at me. I wait for him to move, but he’s completely still.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with nerves building.
“Nothing is wrong, it’s just…right.”
My hands grip his arms and I squeeze a little. “It’s because it’s us.”
“You and I have waited a long time for tonight. Let’s not wait another moment. I’m going to show you how much I love you.”
My vision fills with tears and then he enters me. The joy I feel in this instant is too much. A tear falls as we both stare at each other. My heart is so full there’s no way he can’t see the way I feel written on my face. I love him.
I love him and he loves me.
It’s not words. It’s real. It’s right here in this bed and it’s ours.
* * *
“Last date?” Derek asks.
“You really want to ask that as one of your five questions?” I ask as we lie here, wrapped up in the sheets. My hand is on his chest, chin resting there as I look up at him.
We haven’t said much about what just happened. I feel like we’re both still in a little bit of denial, but comfortable denial at least.
His fingers slide up and down my bare back and his other arm is behind his head—while in my freaking bed. This is surreal.
“I get five and you have to answer them.”
“Okay, it’s your waste of a question,” I say with a grin. “I don’t really remember. It’s not like I had a lot of time to date so I just sort of stopped.”
“No men?”
I smile up at him. “That’s another question.”
“That’s a follow-up to the real one.”
He’s still a cheater. “Fine, we each get one follow-up. If you’re asking about sex, I wasn’t a nun, but it’s been a really long time.”
His hand stops but then a small smile creeps across his face. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Is that your question?”
“Is that yours?”
We both chuckle a little. “I said okay because there’s a part of me that likes knowing there were no other men. I don’t know why, but it’s almost as though we were both waiting for the other.”
“I feel that way too. Okay.” I sigh. “My turn. When did you realize you were really and truly in love with me?”
He starts to play with a strand of my hair and his body tenses a little. There’s no more anger and disappointment that I feel toward what happened—it’s curiosity driving me now.
“When you told me you were pregnant was the first indication. Then, it was really clear after I married Meghan. I looked at her, loved her in some way, but it was nothing like what I felt for you. And I felt so guilty, because Meghan and I had fought before we got engaged about my feelings for you.”
“You did?”
He smiles and nods. “She knew. I think she always knew even
