She covered her face with the hand I wasn’t holding. “Well, obviously you know I’m still in love with you.”
“I hoped so. Couldn’t tell the past couple of weeks.” I winked, making her giggle. “All seriousness, I want you.”
She sucked in a breath and darted her eyes around the people in the cafe. “Asher!”
“Not just your body, though that’s also welcomed.” She narrowed her eyes and I put my hands up in defeat. “I want to take care of you. I want a relationship with you. It’s something I should’ve asked for seven years ago.”
She nipped at her lips. “My engagement just ended.”
I brought my gaze up to hers. “You were in a loveless relationship.”
Her eyes softened. “I know that, but people will talk.”
“Have I ever cared what people thought?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No, but—”
“But nothing. I love you and you love me. We have a lot of lost time to catch up on. Why should we wait?”
She fell silent, messing with the ends of her hair. “I don’t have an answer to that.”
“Because you know I’m right,” I countered.
She had to realize that. I get that she is hesitant but she didn’t love the guy. He fucked his client in front of her, for fucksake.
Her cheeks were pink as she sipped on her latte. “You’re right. Let’s give us a go.”
“Then you’re all mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I fell for you so hard in high school.”
“I fell for you too.”
Tears began to pool in her eyes. “When I saw all those girls tagging you on social media, it hurt so bad.”
My hand grabbed hers across the table once again. “I tried forgetting about you when I should’ve just picked up the phone and called you.”
“It goes both ways. I could’ve called too,” she murmured. “How many girls have you been with after me?”
I took a deep breath before answering, “Three. What about you?”
Her face scrunched up. “Just Preston.”
“I fucking hate that,” I snapped. She went to pull away but I grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry. I just mean I hate how terrible he was to you.”
She fiddled with her hand. “When you took the gym teacher job and I saw you, I fell all over again.”
My heart rate spiked. I was about to reply but was cut off by her ringtone. She pulled away to get out her phone and answered it.
“Yes?” she clipped. Her eyes round and worried as she listened to the other end of the call. She exhaled a deep breath and grinned. “Thank God,” she mumbled. “Thank you so much for getting back to me. Have a great day.” She hung up.
“Good news?” I loved her smile. It was as if all the anxiety was lifted from her body.
“The best! I’m totally clean! Preston didn’t give me anything.” She practically bounced in her seat.
I gave her a big smile and emptied my cup of coffee. She needed that reassurance, and I was thankful she got it.
We left the cafe and went back home. Her stuff arrived a week ago and she still had boxes all over the foyer. It made me happy, sharing a home with the only woman I ever loved.
“Oh shoot.” She swept her hair out of her face and piled it together in a bun on top of her head. “I should probably finish unpacking.”
I shook my head, as I edged closer to her. I cupped her rosy cheeks in my hands. Her skin was soft against my rough palms. “You wanted to give this a try, right?”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Of course I do.” Her breath quickened.
I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. Kissing her was more incredible than it was seven years ago. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I hoisted her up by her ass. Her legs wrapped around me, not once breaking the kiss. Our tongues tangled, her hand twisted in my hair.
She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me away. I was breathing heavily and placed her back down on her feet.
“We need to go to your bedroom.” She grabbed my hand, sashayed her way up the stairs and into my room.
It took her no time to let her sundress fall to the ground and for her to jump back on the bed. She wore black lace lingerie and it was a stark contrast against her pale skin.
“Are you joining me or are you just going to stand there?” she asked.
My cock twitched when she smirked. I unbuttoned my jeans to step out of them and pulled my shirt over my head. In a moment, I was hovering over her.
“I’d never dream of keeping you waiting.” My lips met hers in a frenzy. I reveled in the electric feeling that had all my nerves on end. She was perfect and she was mine.
Her hands pulled my boxers down, and it caused my dick to spring out, it was rock hard for her. A gasp left her lips. I slipped the boxers off and she sat up to unsnap her bra.
Her breasts popped out, definitely more developed than what I had remembered. Her pink nipples were small compared to the fullness around them.
I slid off her panties and she wrapped her legs around me with no hesitation. “Please, make me yours again,” she whispered in my ear as she lined herself up against me.
“I don’t have a condom on yet,” I reminded her.
She gave a subtle wink. “I’ve been on a high strength birth control. You?”
“I’m clean. I’ve been tested since the last time I had sex.”
“Then we’re fine.” She pressed her lips to mine.
She was so wet and I fit snug once I pushed myself inside her for the second time in our lives. She moaned, tightening her grip around my neck. With each thrust, a sense of belonging spread through me. I’d been chasing this feeling since that night. Her moans,
