Page 200 of Never Tell Secrets

It had only been five months since we’d parted but that time had changed everything. I’d tell her about everything I’d done during that time, not tonight, but maybe tomorrow night, or the one after. Time was endless for us now.

I’d tell her about Angie leaving, that I missed her friendship. I knew Lola would tell me to let it be until we’d both healed.

I’d tell her how I’d strengthened my friendships with my Tellers.

I’d tell her that I’d watched four films just for fun. That I’d started learning to cook, simultaneously discovering something I was actually bad at.

I’d tell her I was playing the violin again.

I’d tell her that I’d been on several dates, that it hadn’t been awful but they hadn’t made me see colour the way she did.

I’d tell her I’d thought of her every morning, remembering how the sunrise lit up the thousand shades of red in her hair and the way she would look at me as she woke. How that would always be my favourite part of the day, watching her wake and smile at me like I was worth something. I hadn’t believed I was then. Now I did.

Now, I am a good man.

Her knitted brow drew me out of my thoughts and I squeezed her closer, waiting for her to voice her worries.

“Alfie, are we really doing this?” There it was. There was a time when that question would have had my alarm bells ringing, had that voice nagging at me to twist her until she was mine again. Now, my heart barely fluttered.

“It’s a bit late for second thoughts, Lo.”

She let out a sweet laugh. “I’m not quite chained to your bed yet, you know.”

“‘Yet’ being the operative word,” I murmured. She rolled her eyes and gave me a playful shove but I didn’t laugh. “I mean it, you aren’t going anywhere.”

“I thought you were done giving orders.”

“Within reason. I’ve changed a lot, I’m not the man that I was but I’m still me.” I looked deep into her eyes, needing her to really hear me. “You aren’t going anywhere. Not now that you love me.” This was my truth. I would always have that controlling edge, that dominance, it’s just who I was. It wasn’t perfect but it was true and she needed to know that. Deep down, I was afraid that she wouldn’t accept it, this flaw that I had.

Relief swept through me as her eyes softened, love and lust drunk. “That’s going to drive me crazy sometimes, isn’t it?” Her fingertips traced my cheekbone. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, Alfie Tell.” She pressed her lips to mine and I felt that kiss through my entire body, my cock hardening at the thought of getting inside her again. She pulled away, that worry still resting in her eyes. “I’m so happy but we still have ground to cover.”

“We’ll have ground to cover for the rest of our lives. We’re no different from anyone else, Lo.” It was a sweet truth. To me she was extraordinary, to her I was a force to be reckoned with but really, we were just people. We were going to blunder about, screwing things up like every other couple but we would love each other and love…love was an extraordinary thing.

This maddening little vixen had taught me that. I would love her, even when she was driving me crazy. Even when she left her towels on the floor and her blueberry muffin crumbs on the table, I would love her.

She sighed again and shifted, her breasts pressing against me. I’d missed her body with a painful hunger and now the feastwas in front of me, I didn’t want to stop gorging myself on it. She’d given it back to me and it felt like the greatest gift.

Her eyes fluttered closed and it occurred to me for a millisecond that we’d been back together for all of half an hour and maybe I should take things slowly. But she was mine and I was hers, there was no need to stand on ceremony now.

I reached between her legs, feeling her pussy. Her breath hitched, whether in surprise or pain, I wasn't sure. I fisted her hair and tilted her head back, studying her face.Surprise.

Her lush lip slipped between her teeth as I slipped my fingers inside her. Any doubt I had about her willingness went out of my mind as her core suckled my fingers.

Fuck, I’d missed this.

She opened her legs, waiting for me to roll into her but that wasn’t what I wanted. Not this time. Now, I was worth her worship.

I pulled her on top of me, her eyes round in shock. “Are you sure?”

I was sure. I was ready for this now. “I want you to pleasure me.”

Her throat bobbed as she gulped. She was excited, the tip of her bare breast stiffening in the night air, begging to be plucked but I kept my hands on her hips. I wanted her pleasure to build until she threatened to explode with it. Fuck it, I might just put my hands behind my head and watch her ride. But that I knew I couldn’t do. I couldn’t keep from touching her for that long.

“I don’t…I’ve never done it like this.” Her cheeks blushed pink and if it was possible my dick got even harder. If she thought I’d gone deep before, she was about to feel me on a whole new level.

She waited for me to give her guidance, to take over as I always had before but I resisted the urge. I wanted to show her and myself how different we could be now. She moved herhands, small and trembling to my shirt. Slowly, she divested me of my clothes until her gaze travelled my body, her fingers tracing the line of my muscles, want heating her eyes.

Cautiously, she raised her hips and reached for my dick. I swallowed, gritting my teeth at the feel of her holding me. My balls were full and heavy, the urge to pin her down and rut into her was overwhelming, but I stayed still.