They moved over and curled around my ass, the thumbs sliding in, gliding along the sides of the cleft, one honed in and circled the sensitive skin and, f**k me, f**k me, I was so far gone, I wanted it so much I strained into it.

“Gonna take that,” he muttered.

Oh yeah.

He pressed in tighter. “When you’re ready, baby, gonna f**k that and play with you while I do. Rock your world.”

“Do it now,” I breathed.

His thumb moved away and I couldn’t control the whimper before I felt his lips move over the ass cheek of my right side then up to the small of my back.

“Oh no,” he whispered against my skin. “Got you tied and arched for me. Little at a time.”

“I’m ready,” I panted and felt his lips move against the small of my back like he was smiling.

“Pleased, Sylvie, but when I f**k that, you’re gonna be a whole lot more than ready.”

Holy shit.

Something to look forward to.

My legs quivered.

His mouth disappeared and not a second later, his c**k drove inside again.

I came instantly and I came hard. Never better. Never bigger. Never.

Fabulous.

I took him through mine, I took him through his and I stayed tied, on my knees, arched with ass tipped back as he pulled out but moved a hand between my legs and toyed with me gently until he was finished with me. Then he positioned under me and I thought he was going to take me with his mouth but his long arms reached up, gently pulled the ties out from under my palms and he released me. With hands to my hips, he slid me down his body. When I was close, one of his hands slid into my hair to pull my face down to his and kiss me.

When he was done, he shoved my face in the side of his neck.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“How good?”

“Really f**king good.”

His arms wrapped tight around me and he gave me a squeeze.

I pressed closer and brushed my lips against his skin before I whispered there, “Thank you.”

“Baby, you don’t have to thank me for makin’ you come.” His voice had a smile in it. “My pleasure and I mean that in every way that can mean.”

I lifted up and looked down at him.

I was not smiling and his faded when he caught sight of my face.

“No,” I said softly. “Thank you for making me feel safe then giving that to me. Never, Creed, not once since him did I give over total control to a man. You’re the only one. I didn’t think I could like it. You made me like it. No, f**king love it and want more. So,” I dropped my face closer, “thank you.”

I watched a wealth of emotions flash through his eyes before his hand pulled me down and he took my mouth again, rolling me, covering me with his body, kissing me long, wet, hard and deep.

When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed over my cheek to my ear and his voice was hoarse when he promised, “You’re always safe with me.”

I held him tight. “I know.”

“I’ll erase him.”

“You already are.”

“Make your body sing.”

“You already do.”

“I love you, Sylvie.”

“I love you back, Creed.”

His head moved, I felt the edge of his teeth run light along my jaw then his lips came back to mine and he locked our eyes.

“Gonna claim back every inch of you,” he vowed.

“You already have.”

“No, I haven’t. But I’m gonna.”

I smiled against his lips. “Looking forward to that, baby.”

He smiled back. “I got that. Nearly begged me to f**k your ass.”

I shrugged under him. “You made it hot.”

“Oh, it’s hot,” he promised.

I squirmed under him. He smiled against my mouth again. Then he touched his lips to mine and lifted his head an inch.

“Need provisions,” he said quietly. “For you to like it, need you slick.”

He was killing me.

“Sex shop, first stop tomorrow,” I declared and he threw back his head and burst out laughing.

I stilled and stared as his laughter shook my body and filled the room with its beauty.

When he sobered, he grinned down at me then his grin faded and his hand came up to curl around the side of my head.

“What?” he whispered.

“I missed you,” I whispered back.

I watched him close his eyes slowly then his face disappeared in my neck.

We lay that way awhile before he rolled us to our sides but kept our bodies close.

When we settled, quietly he told me, “You got shit to think about.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Future shit.”

Oh f**k.

“Creed –”

“Just f**ked you again without a condom, baby.”

Oh f**k!

“You got pills in your bathroom. You take ‘em?” he asked.

“Um… sometimes,” I answered and he grinned. “Usually, I’m steady with that and condoms, always. You’ve put me off my game,” I told him and his grin got bigger. “We’re on day two, Creed,” I reminded him gently. “This is good. I like it. I missed you. I love you. I’m happy as all hell to have you back. But we gotta be better with that shit.”

“Take your pills,” he ordered. “Give me the head’s up when you’re back on track. I like to feel just you.”

I nodded. I liked that too.

He kept talking. “Future shit you gotta think about is just that. I’ll lay it out. I want a life with you. A home with you. Kids with you. All we should have had but did not get. Yet. I want you to get to know my kids and build a relationship with them. And, bonus I didn’t expect, I enjoy workin’ with you. You’re good at what you do. You got energy. You believe in the job. You let that emotion make you better at it rather than clouding it and I dig that. I got a business in Phoenix. You got one here. We gotta pick where we’re gonna be. No pressure but I don’t wanna be far away from my kids or put them through the hassle of flyin’ every other weekend to come and see me. But that doesn’t mean we can’t get creative and work something out. That’s enough for now but that’s where I am, what you need to think about. No decisions today, tomorrow, next week. We’ll talk when you’re ready but that’s where I am.”