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Chapter Ten

COLETTE

Keeping my eyes firmly closed, I try to stay asleep because I’m having that dream again, the one where Merrick’s hands are on my body. I don’t want to wake up. This could be the last time I’m able to have any dreams of my own. I have a feeling that once I’m married again, I will only have nightmares.

Warm lips touch the side of my neck, then drag down to my shoulder, where a wet tongue swirls my skin there. Arching my back, I let out a long exhale. Lifting my arm, I curl my fingers around the back of his neck.

Instantly, as I come out of my dreamlike state, my eyes pop open, and I grip the neck tighter, only to realize that it’s real. Said neck belongs to a real human man. A man who is entirely unbothered that I’m flexing my fingers around his neck and my body has gone rigid.

He’s unbothered because his fingers dance down my side and slip into the sleep shorts I'm wearing sans panties before they glide through my folds. I’m not sure I want to know who is behind me, but because I’m far too curious for my own good, I turn my head anyway and look at the man who is playing my body to perfection in seconds.

“Merrick,” I gasp.

He leans over me slightly, his mouth touching mine. “Don’t speak,” he orders as two fingers slip inside of me.

I lift my top leg, curling it around his knee behind me, and spread myself so he can have better access. I can not speak. I’m a pro at not speaking while having sex with him or just being around him in general.

As far as Merrick is concerned, I can be completely and totally silent in all aspects. Whatever he needs from me, that’s exactly what I’ll be for him. As long as it means he’s here with me… or rather, I’m with him because I would rather be anywhere but here.

My eyes slide closed as I keep my hand curled around the back of Merrick’s neck, and I allow my body to feel him, smell him, and just be surrounded by him. His fingers curl inside of me as he presses his palm against my clit. My entire body melts in an instant.

Trembling, I try to just breathe and feel. I want to memorize every moment of this, knowing it will indeed be the last blissful moment of my life. My hips jerk, bucking against his palm as my clit begs for more pressure, more touch—more everything.

I want everything from Merrick tonight. I want to feel every single emotion. I want to imprint them on my brain to stay there until the moment my last breath passes my lips. His mouth slides over to my ear as his warm breath washes over me before he speaks.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asks in a whisper.

God.

Yes.

Instead of answering him, I whimper. He chuckles, the warmth washing over me again and causing my entire body to break out in goose bumps. My hips buck as I run toward the edge. I want to fall over. I want to come for him. I want to do anything and everything he wants me to do.

The hand that isn’t between my legs, rocking my whole world, curls around one of my breasts, squeezing it before he releases it, and then two of his fingers pinch my already hardened nipple—hard.

Oh. My. God.

How could I have forgotten this part?

This is the best part.

Merrick always focused on my breasts, on my nipples, on the slight bit of pain he could give me there. And he does this time, too. He tugs on my nipple hard. Not once, not twice, three times. He releases, pinches, and tugs. It sends electric shots of desire straight to my clit.

And that’s when I come.

It consumes my whole body. Opening my mouth, I start to moan, but Merrick places his lips on mine, swallowing the noise so as not to alert anyone else in the house. Although I doubt anyone would even hear. This is my floor of the house, and unless I’m required for something, nobody comes looking for me.

But it’s better to be safe than sorry, so I don’t try to push him away, not that I ever would. He can swallow any part of me. And I’ll do the same if ever needed. After I come down from my release, he slowly slips his fingers from between my legs and shifts his head away from mine.

Wordlessly, I roll over to face him, then crawl over the top of him.

He’s already naked—thank God.

Wrapping my fingers around his length, I position myself and close my eyes as I slowly sink down along his length, taking him completely and totally inside of me. I let out a soft sigh when he fills me so full that I feel like I might actually rip in half.

Yes.

I missed this—every inch of it.

MERRICK

Closing my eyes slowly, I grip her hips, holding her still and fully seated on my cock. Fuck me. I don’t know how I even thought I could let her go. Opening my eyes, I look up at her, and I almost fucking lose my breath.

She’s stunning.

Her blonde hair frames her face, and her green eyes, which I can only see because of the moonlight pouring in from the window that I opened, are focused on me. She looks like a dream come true, and she is.

Sliding my fingers up her spine, I press them against her back and guide her chest down until her tits are pressing against my torso. Finding her hips again, I dig my fingers into her flesh to hold her there.

“Tell me,” I rasp against her ear. She hums but doesn’t speak as she waits for me to continue. “Tell me you missed me.”

She presses her hands into the mattress next to my head and pushes up, straightening her elbows. Her eyes find mine. They sparkle in the moonlight, looking absolutely soul-sucking. And I would let her suck every ounce of what’s left of my soul.

“I missed you, Merrick,” she whispers.

Her voice washes over me as she begins to move her hips. I let her because if I don’t feel her move, I’m going to go insane. Thankfully, she puts me out of my fucking misery. Slowly, her hips roll, and I clench my teeth together, feeling her warm, wet heat with each stroke.

Colette slips her hand beneath my head, her fingers curling into my hair as she continues to move. She’s taking her time, and I’m enjoying every fucking second of it. Next time, I’m in control, but this once, in her space, she can have it.

Her lips touch mine, but she doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, I feel her breath against my mouth as she climbs again. Higher and higher. I want to feel her cunt squeeze me, strangle me when she comes.

“Baby, move faster,” I exhale against her mouth.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she lifts herself a little higher from me. She places her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh as she rolls her hips. Her tits sway, begging for my mouth. I want to lick every fucking inch of her body, and I will—later.

She builds up her momentum, her hips rolling over and over as her head falls. I can feel her hair skim my thighs, and I want that all over my body, too. How did I let her walk away from me?

How did I think it was just sex with her? How did I talk myself into the fact that she wasn’t the one for me? Sucking in a breath, I hold it as she continues to move above me. She’s fucking stunning.

Unable to wait a second longer, I flip her onto her back. I can’t fucking stand it one more minute. I need to fuck her. I need her to know it’s me inside of her. To remember exactly who the fuck I am.

Hers.

Her man.

Rolling my hips, I grind my pelvis against her slit, watching as her eyes widen with each downstroke. She gasps, stroking my ego as my cock strokes her. I’m close, so fucking close that I could come inside of her right this fucking second. I hold back, but only barely.

“I’m close,” she breathes.

My hips don’t stop moving, and then it happens. She comes. I feel her cunt squeeze me, gripping me as if she wants to keep all of me inside of her body, and I wish to fuck I could stay there. Crawl inside and fucking make it my goddamn home. Because I’ve never felt more at peace than I do inside of her.

I slam into her body, and it only takes me a couple of strokes before I come. Burying myself deep, I press my mouth against the side of her neck and let out a heavy sigh against her skin as I empty my cum deep inside of her body.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. She’s wearing a small smile, one that I know is unintentional, but she couldn’t wipe it off even if she tried. Reluctantly, I slip out of her body and roll onto my back. Gathering her in my arms, I pull her against my side.

We need to talk.

We need to figure shit out—like, right fucking now.

But I’m so damn content that I just hold her against me—keeping her naked body against mine, feeling her softness against my hard. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to the top of her head and close my eyes.

“I missed you,” she exhales, cuddling closer to me.

I fucking missed her, too. Every goddamn inch of her.