He pushed me onto the futon and didn’t let me help him with his clothing.
I pushed up by my elbows. “Clint, let me help you.”
With a vicious tug, he broke free from his turtleneck and undershirt and surged forward so we were skin-to-skin, or at least our chests were.
“No time for that, baby.” He shoved his jeans and underwear down, and I gripped his length.
As much as I hated the long-distance between us, it definitely amped up our sex life. His hand wrapped around mine and guided my strokes for a moment. Then he plunged two fingers into me while he gave me a searing kiss.
“I need you, baby,” I murmured.
He grinned. “And I always gotta taste you, baby.”
Slowly, he took his hand away from me and slid his fingers into his mouth. I had never seen anything hotter in my life. After he took them out, he smirked.
“Now, you can have me.”
In two strokes, his cock filed me to the hilt.
“Yes,” I hissed.
My hands roved his torso, and I realized the cliché needed updating. Absence made the heart grow fonder, but it also made the couple hornier.
His lips caught mine, and we kissed for quite a while before I had to get on top. In my eagerness, I got my way, but I also shoved us both off the futon, knocking the wind out of Clint.
“Sorry,” I breathed.
His hands clutched my hips and he grunted, “Move, baby. Faster. I’m almost there.”
That was a first. Normally he made sure I was there, too. It must have been written on my face because he brought his fingers around to my clit and I bounced faster and harder on his cock.
I climaxed moments before he rammed up one last time and I felt him pouring into me. When I came down, I collapsed on his chest. Our bodies were slick with sweat and I ran my fingers up and down his arm.
“That was fun,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he said, but I didn’t believe him.
I disengaged from him gently and padded into the bathroom to clean up. When I was done, he used the bathroom, before he joined me on the futon.
I curled up beside him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
After a moment, I asked, “Have you thought any more about moving?”
He sighed. “Don’t need to think about it, Rae. I can’t move.”
I leaned up. “Can’t or won’t?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not moving. I got family in Orlando, and I’m close with them. Hell, you got family you’re close to in Orlando, too. Why aren’t you moving?”
My mouth dropped open. “Are you serious? You told me I’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity to work here!”
He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched for a moment before he spoke to me again. The look in his eyes belied his sincerity. “Yeah, and it’s been a year, Rae. A full fucking year, and what do you have to show for it? You got a job and that’s pretty much it. From what you’ve said about your job, it isn’t everything you had it cracked up to be when you were in college. You live in a fuckin’ shoebox which prevents us from actually fucking like we should, you can hear everyone around you, which means they all heard us fucking, and it’s colder than a witch’s titty here.”
I yanked the sheet to my chest. “I could say the same to you, Clint! You’re a cop who’s working his way up. Which means you’re pulling long hours, and what do you have to show for it?”
His rich brown eyes were heated, but not with the kind of heat I liked from him. “One damn thing I have to show for it, is not needing long-underwear ever. I also have my family close by. Who do you have to help you out, Rae? No-damn-body! But you want me to move up here.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to get hired on with any police force? Let alone the NYPD? Know you think the world of me, like Mamá does, but there are no guarantees I’d get hired by them. Then we’re both living in this tiny-ass apartment you’re probably paying too much in rent for anyway, and then what?”
“We’d have each other,” I whispered.
“Why can’t you move back? There are ad agencies in Orlando. Now that you’ve worked up here, you’d be a shoe-in.”
I shook my head. “Not necessarily, Clint. But I love it here; and I think you’d love it too.”
The heat in his eyes cooled. “I love you, Raegan. And more than anything, I’d like you to want more than a job, more than a city.”
“Clint... what are you saying?”
He dragged on his jeans and underwear but didn’t speak until he stood up. “You know what I’m saying, but I’ll ask it flat out. What matters more to you, Rae? A job in the Big Apple or a future with me?”
I hugged the sheet to me. “You said you wouldn’t give me an ultimatum.”
He threw his hands out. “Things change. I want you for more than three days and two nights every four months. Eighteen months ago, we were talking about how many kids we’d have and whether we’d live in Altamonte Springs or closer to your mother in the College Park area. This isn’t a city where you raise a child, Raegan.”
I arched a brow. “Funny, I see plenty of mothers with strollers and baby carriers every day.”
His jaw tightened again. “Fine. I’ll amend. This isn’t a city to raise my child in, Rae. You’re twenty-three, and I want babies, plural. I’d like to spend a few years with you as husband and wife. I’m not leaving my family. Erica’s
