“Fuck, Liz!”
Her response is a soft groan. Her body strains, her chest rising and her breasts rolling as she moves in time with me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
/> She’s perfect.
I lower my head to her breast, catching one nipple between my teeth. Her fingers twine in my hair.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
As if I ever would.
As if I ever could.
Her body tightens around me, straining, pulsing and throbbing, drawing me in. I lose the capacity to think as pleasure takes over and my hips are thrusting of their own accord. My groans mingle with the sounds of her moans in a perfect carnal symphony.
She clutches my shoulders and screams my name, her body seizing as her climax rips through her. As soon as the tremors subside, I pull out of her, then turn her to her side before entering her from behind. She whimpers softly, still trembling with pleasure. I lock one arm around her leg and lift it high, holding it there while I thrust into her.
So hot.
She moans my name over and over, urging me on, shuddering as she nears another climax. Her muscles tighten around me and she cries out. This time, I go with her, my climax powering through me like a crazed beast as my pleasure explodes inside her.
We’re both panting. My arms snake around her and I pull her close to my chest.
“Don’t even fucking think of leaving ever again,” I growl in her ear.
She doesn’t reply, but she snuggles closer to me, her perfect ass curved against my groin. My heart is thudding, and I can feel hers too.
“I love you,” she whispers.
The declaration washes over me and my arms tighten around her.
I love you too. My response is silent, inside my head. I never fucking stopped.
She slips out of the apartment in the early hours of the morning after we spend the whole night making love, untiringly rediscovering each other’s bodies until we are both totally spent.
“I’ll see you at work,” she tells me at the door, placing a kiss on my lips.
I reach for her hand, stroking her satiny skin. “You don’t have to come in. Take a few days off.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I need to be around other people. I need to work.”
There are multiple questions raging in my head, but I say nothing as she kisses me, steps outside the door, then turns around to kiss me again.
“See you later, Aidan.”
I watch her walk to the elevator and wait until the doors slide shut before going back to my bedroom. There, the rumpled sheets on the bed, the mild scent of sex in the air mixed with her perfume…it all reminds me of her.
Before, she was like a wound in my soul that could never heal, now, she’s fused to me, body and soul, and I know I have no hope of ever separating myself from her.
“She’s really something, isn’t she?”
Reed is standing beside me at the edge of the stage, watching Liz. She’s exceptional, bringing such a radiant, shimmering quality to her performance that I’m finding it hard to choose the right words to describe it.
“Yes, she is.”
Between scenes, she smiles graciously as people offer their condolences, but she doesn’t dwell on her grief.
“Dennis McKay was a great guy,” Reed continues. “He’d be proud of how strong she is.”