Weekends are so hard. Our schedules don’t match up, and I don’t get to see her as much as I would like, but tomorrow she’ll be back to work, and I’ll be able to steal glances at her throughout the day. It’s the only thing that keeps me going through the long days when she’s absent from my life. I just keep pushing forward until I can see her gorgeous face again. God, she is perfect. Even lying in bed, sound asleep with her hair all over the place, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and my heart belongs to her.
Rubbing my finger over the glass, I pretend it’s her face I’m stroking, and my body aches to be near her again. A pang hits my chest, and I know just standing at this window won’t be enough tonight. It’s been too long, and I need her – even if it’s just a few stolen moments in the night. Leaning in, I press my lips to the glass, keeping my eyes open so I don’t lose even a second of my time with her, and my breath clouds my view.
Pulling away, I drop my hand and take one last look at her before creeping along the back of the house, my heart pounding with the knowledge that she’ll be back within reach in only a few moments. Butterflies fill my stomach, and an excited smile stretches across my face as I reach the French doors that lead into the kitchen and jiggle the handle. They’re locked but I’ve done this enough times that it’s not a problem. After a couple of seconds, it pops open, and I gently swing the door open, making sure to stop it before it gets to the part that squeaks. Stepping into the house hesitantly, I do my best not to wake her. She’s got work tomorrow, and I don’t want to make her too tired during the day.
Gently closing the door behind me, I walk into the kitchen and run my hand along the granite countertop of the island. Her wine glass from dinner is sitting by the sink, unwashed, and I pick it up, licking along the rim, dying to get just a quick taste of her. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, just breathing in her mango scent. She’s all over this house, in every place I look, and I can’t wait for the day when this is our home. I pull one of the barstools out and sit down, imagining our kids running down the hall, laughing as they play. Two little girls that look just like their radiant mother giggling as they whisper secrets back and forth in the living room and my sweet Ali in the kitchen making us Christmas dinner. I can see it all with her here, and I’m eager to see all my dreams come to life.
Sighing, I stand and tuck the stool back in before going to her. I stop at the doorway to her bedroom and just look down at her as she sleeps. She’s turned toward the window and the urge to crawl in behind her is just too strong to ignore. I have to feel her. Slipping off my boots, I climb into bed, staying above the covers so I don’t disturb her and I wrap my arm around her waist and bury my nose in her hair. The smell of mangoes fills my nose, and I sigh, everything in my world righting itself now that she’s in my arms. She wiggles in my grasp, cuddling closer to me, and a wide grin stretches across my face.
“Hey, Baby,” I whisper, still doing my best not to wake her but unable to keep quiet. “I’ve missed you so much.”
She hums in her sleep, and my heart swells. Her body recognizes me even when she’s not conscious. That’s how strong our connection is, and I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on her. The very second her blue eyes met mine, she belonged to me. Reaching up, I brush the hair out of her face, losing myself a little as I watch her sleep. Her eyelids flutter, and I hope that she’s dreaming about me. No, I hope she’s dreaming about us – about everything we’re going to have together. So very soon.
“It’s torture to stay away from you, Sweet Girl,” I whisper, lightly trailing the back of my finger down her cheek. “I hate that you’re making me do this.”
She shifts in my grasp, and her lips part slightly. I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut because I’ll be so angry with myself if I keep her from sleep, and when I open them again, she’s peaceful. Sighing, I know I have to go but leaving her is getting harder and harder each time. Climbing out of bed, I leave my boots by the door as I walk across her room so I don’t wake her. Her jewelry catches my eye, and I run my hand over the neat line of necklaces, picturing them hanging around the curve of her neck. Peeking back at her, my cock aches inside my jeans, and I let out a quiet groan and readjust it.
Goddamn it, I don’t have time for this.
I fight with myself for a few moments before pulling out my phone and snapping a couple of pictures of her that I can take with me. A smile forms on my face, and I sit down on the floor next to her bed, moving into the picture with her. I snap a couple before hopping up and looking through them. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. Too gorgeous for a guy like me but not like I’m ever going to complain. The time in the corner of the screen catches my eye, and I curse. I hate to leave her but I really do have to go soon.
Staring down at her, my cock springs to life, pressing against my zipper and I hiss. I’m never going to be able to leave without dealing with this. I tuck my phone back into my pocket and unbuckle my belt. After shoving my pants down enough to free my dick, I sit in the chair in the corner of her room and watch her as I slowly stroke it. Closing my eyes, I imagine her on her knees in front of me, peeking up at me as she wraps her lips around my length.
Groaning softly, I imagine her sinking down, peeking up at me again when it hits the back of her throat and my strokes get harder and faster. Her hands splay out on my thighs, and she bobs on my cock, massaging it with her tongue, and my hips buck in the chair. She stands, smiling down at me as she strips, her perfect body coming into view and making my mouth water. Climbing on top of me, her hot little cunt hovers over my cock, and she sinks down, sighing in satisfaction.
A choked groan spills out of my mouth as I reach down next to me and grab a towel from the shelf next to the chair and come into it, breathing hard. I open my eyes, and Ali shifts under the covers, sighing in her sleep, and I know my time is up. After cleaning myself up, I stand and tuck my cock back into my jeans. As I pass by the bathroom, I notice a pair of pink lace panties that missed the hamper, and I can’t stop myself from grabbing them and bringing them to my nose. Her scent assaults me, and I barely hold in the groan threatening to burst free. Tucking the panties into my pocket, I grab my boots and pause at the door, taking one last look at my gorgeous girl. I blow her a kiss and promise her that I’ll be back soon.
I won’t be able to go long without needing to see her again.
Chapter Eighteen
Alison
Sighing, I toss the letters down on my desk and spread them out with my fingers, trying to decide which one I should respond to this week. I’ve been replying to two letters in each article and most of the letters we get in are about the sender’s love life so I like to find something different to accompany it. But I’m just not finding much this week that isn’t about love. I could also be distracted by the fact that I haven’t seen Logan since the night we had sex. He stayed the night with me, and then in the morning, left saying he had work to do with the club. He’s been texting occasionally but I can’t help but wonder if he just uses the club as an excuse to avoid this connection we have.
It’s not something that I’m all that comfortable with but maybe I should just trust him until he gives me a reason not to. I compare him to Adam and I know that’s not fair but I’m not sure that I can help it. Before Adam hurt me, I was naïve. I trusted blindly and I loved recklessly, with no reservations, and no matter how much I heal from what he did, I think there will always be a little voice in my head saying “what if”. I’m not sure that I’m even capable of that blind trust anymore. Not when someone who was entrusted with its care has shattered my heart.