by Mia London
“I’m tired of being sad,” she spoke quietly at his ear.
“I know, and I’m to blame for that.”
“No,” she pulled back to look at him.
He could barely make out her facial features in the dim light.
“I’m to blame too.” She pressed her lips to his. “I’m to blame too.”
“I miss you, Angie. My heart aches every day for you.”
“Mac,” she breathed.
Her body pressed closer to him, and she kissed him again. This time his lips parted slightly and her tongue stroked them. A groan slipped out when she dove into his mouth wholly.
She wanted him and he wanted her, and they could have this night. This night they could be there for each other, comfort each other.
One arm slid off his shoulder to the hem of his T-shirt and she pushed it upward, exposing his abdomen. He didn’t fight his growing erection anymore.
He lifted off the bed so she could push the T-shirt off entirely. He laid over her, gently pushing her into the mattress. His cock nestled between her legs, and he covered her lips with his.
Her legs swung around his hips, her heels resting on the back of his thighs. He angled his head to take the kiss deeper. He needed to be deep inside her, to connect with her. Be one again.
He broke the kiss only long enough to speak his heart. “I love you, Angie. I’ve always loved you.”
“Mac, please make love to me.”
And he would. He would savor every precious moment with her.
He pushed back and roamed her body with his mouth. Her neck, her delicious breasts, her smooth stomach. Bending her legs, he pushed them wider apart. He caressed her slick sex with the tip of his finger and listened as she gasped. Stroking her warm, swollen pussy, he heard her breathing increase. He slowly pushed one finger into her core. Then he leaned down and slid his tongue over her burgeoning clit. Her aroma filled his nostrils and he hungered to be inside her. His cock ached.
He caressed her for several more moments, feeling her slickness grow, before he rose off the bed and stood.
“Mac?”
“Just a moment, baby.” He shed his briefs, getting himself ready for her.
He returned to the bed to find her just as he’d left her—spread open, waiting for him.
“You’re beautiful, Angie. I’ll want you for the rest of my life.” He positioned himself over her, and with his hands, he leveraged her hips higher as he slowly pushed inside her insanely soft heat.
“Oh,” she breathed as she reached for his face, bringing him to her.
“Let me.” He pumped slowly, rhythmically. The angle would hit her sweet spot just right. “Let me make love to you for the rest of your life.”
She moaned into his mouth, gripping his hair between her fingers.
“Let me love you.”
“Mac. Oh God, don’t stop. Please, baby.”
His pumping gained speed. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
She gasped for air now. He felt her inner muscles twitch. She was close.
“I love you, Angie.”
“Ah. I love you, Mac.” Her breath was as ragged as his. “Always.”
Her muscles clenched tight around his cock. She cradled him in the best possible way. Her arms, her pussy, her heart. In a short span of time, he’d almost lost the woman that meant the most to him. He would never let that happen again.
“Come, baby.”
She cried out his name in her orgasm, and it was like a wave of euphoria over him. He pumped harder now.
“I’m never letting you go, Angie.” He pulled out his hands, grabbed her face, and dove into her mouth. And he drove deeper into her.
His balls drew up, and he released all he had—all the tension, pain, lust—and felt renewed in her arms again.
He collapsed, leaning on one elbow to protect her. Their accelerated breathing was the only sound in the room.
He slowly slid out of her, lying to her side, and drew her close into him.
After a brief moment, she kissed his chest and lifted her head. “I forgive you. I don’t want to be without you. My heart aches without you, too.”
Her words were like a panacea to his heart and his soul. He took in air, a clear breath he didn’t think he’d ever have again.
“I love you, Angie. I’m miserable without you. My life is full with you in it.”
“Mac, I need you, and I don’t want to be without you again,” she whispered before she kissed him softly. She sighed as she tucked her head into his chest.
He swept his hands across her back. “Sleep, baby.” He pecked the top of her head.
They both needed sleep. Tomorrow was a new day, a day to start rebuilding their future. Stuart was going to be alright. And Mac miraculously had his wife back. He wouldn’t lose her again.
Angie awoke to the smell of coffee. She opened her eyes to the sight of the cup on the nightstand and Mac sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at her. From the looks of it, he’d dug out some blue jeans and a fresh shirt from the closet.
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Hours,” he said with a straight face.
“Liar.”
“I couldn’t help myself. You looked so peaceful.” His eyes had a gentleness and sincerity to them. A look she hadn’t seen often, one she missed.
“Did the hospital call?”
“No, I called them though. Stuart is doing fine. When he finishes breakfast, they want to run a few tests. Depending on the results, he could come home today.”
“That’s good news.” She sat, the sheet loosely wrapping her naked body, and reached for the coffee. “Mmm. Hits the spot. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” There was a pause as he inhaled, as if he contemplated his next words. “Ang, we had an emotional few months, and definitely an emotional night. How are you?”
She stared down at her coffee, already having asked herself that same question. She’d slept better than she had in a long time, and was resolute in forgiving Mac. Sleeping with that woman—or whatever—was a stupid slip, and she knew deep inside she could trust him implicitly. There was this undefinable lightness in her heart, like she could breathe again. “First, I’ll feel better when Stuart is home with us. But Mac, I meant it when I said I forgive you.” She held his gaze. “I forgive all of it.”
He blinked.
“I don’t want to hang on to this resentment. Frankly, I’d rather forget these last few months, if that’s alright with you.”
His mouth gaped. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.”
He paused a beat before he said, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that. I don’t want to forget these months. These months made me realize how desperately I need to be with you. How neglectful I’d become. That night in the hotel room with you, I never want to forget. You woke me up.” He dropped to his knees before her and set her cup on the nightstand, taking her hands. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered. “I hope we never need it, but the next time you say you want to see a counselor, I’ll drop everything and go.” He cradled the side of her face and gave her a little peck on her cheek, then her lips. “I’ll fight for you.”
Moisture gathered in her eyes.
He kissed her neck and her chest above the sheet. “How would you feel if we not forget everything about these last few months?” He gently pulled the sheet down, revealing her breasts. Warm kisses traveled the newly exposed skin.
She exhaled and closed her eyes, reveling in slow, warm trail of kisses. Her breathing turned shallow. “Yes, that sounds agreeable,” she muttered.
“Then, lay back, Angelique.”
Her eyes flew open. “Do we have time for this?”
He leaned forward kissing her mouth. “We have time,” his tone firm. “Think of it as a massage, to warm you up, then we move this to the shower.” With a hand at the nape of her neck, he lowered her to the mattress. He caressed her arms, sliding them over her h
ead, while kissing and nipping at her throat.
She pushed her head into the mattress, arching for him. Her sex grew wet; she was putty in his hands.
He skimmed down her arms to her breasts, his thumbs toying with her nipples. Reaching a hand between them, he yanked the sheet off her body. “You’re beautiful, Angie.”
He dipped his tongue in her navel and moved south. Her hands reached for his hair.
“Over your head, baby. Remember, like a massage. Just lie there.”
Oh, she wanted more. She writhed through his caresses up and down her thighs, his kisses avoiding the one place she was desperate to have him.
Finally, his tongue slid through her core, and she bowed off the bed. “Mmm,” she moaned.
He made love to her with his mouth—warm and soft, easy but firm. Her slow climb toward orgasm had her panting. Her face grew hot. She was so close . . .
Suddenly, he stood, and claimed her in a heated tongue kiss. She could taste herself on him. “Shower.”
She urgently wanted to come, but she now knew Mac wouldn’t leave her hanging.
He blasted the water on high, and stripped off his shirt while she worked on the jeans.
She quickly wrapped her hands on his hard, delicious cock. “Beautiful.”
He grinned and tugged at her hand to follow him under the spray. He didn’t say a word, merely placed her hands on the wall and pushed her legs apart with his knee. Water drenched their bodies. His hands slid up and down her back, over her ass, and to the inside of her thighs. “I could wake up every day like this, Angelique. Just having you squeeze my cock as you come, would make me feel like a king.”
She moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder, while he gently separated her and pushed deep inside.
He groaned loudly, slipping right in. His movements gained speed as his hand reached around to stimulate her clit.
“Oh God.” This wouldn’t take long. Her hands plastered to the tile, as if she needed stability before collapsing.
Mac’s thrusts and his circles over her clit were the perfect combination to put her over the edge. The orgasm shot from her center to every cell of her body. She called out his name just as he released inside of her.
His hands rested over hers as he panted at her neck. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Mmm.” He was right, it was perfect. If she could let go, he would give her everything a woman needed from a man. Easier said than done sometimes, but she would work at it.
He pulled out and stroked her wet back. “Let’s clean up and go to the hospital.”
“Okay.”
They got ready in amicable silence, fresh clothes and a fresh perspective. What a difference a day made.
She grabbed two yogurt drinks from the fridge and filled a travel cup with coffee.
With car keys in his hand, he asked, “Ready?”
She paused and set her purse on the counter. “Almost.” She unzipped the interior pocket, retrieved her wedding ring, and slipped it on her finger.
He looked at her, unspoken gratitude in his handsome features.
“Ready now. Let’s go get our son.”
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THE END.
Afterword
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Other Books by Mia London
Life To The Max
Wanton Angel (Prequel to Life To The Max)
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Perfect Series
Perfect Seduction
Perfect Surrender
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Beyond Lace (Hard Men of the Rockies 4)
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Undeniable Series
Undeniable Fate
Undeniable Love
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Dry Spell (Sweet Escape, 1)
Hot Spell (Sweet Escape, 2)
Cold Spell (Sweet Escape, 3)
About the Author
Mia London loves to write.
After reading fiction for years, she decided it was finally time to put those images and scenes floating around in her head down on paper.
She is a huge fan of romance, highly optimistic, and wildly faithful to the HEA (happily ever after). Her goal is to create a fantasy you will enjoy with characters you could love.
She lives in Texas with her attentive, loving, super-model husband, and perfectly behaved, brilliant children. Her produce never wilts, there are no weeds in her flowerbeds and chocolate is her favorite food group.
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