Page 79 of Never Say Never

His eyes flame with desire, and in a second, he’s on me. A chill ripples through my body as his soaking clothes press against me.

I feel weightless as he lifts me into his arms and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. The slamming of the door echoes as he kicks it shut with his foot.

Our bodies damp with tears from the sky as our hands make busy work of ridding the clothes that are stuck to our skin.

He slowly slides me down his body, I feel every ripple of his muscles, feel the tension of him holding back. My bare feet slip on the water-soaked wood. He steadies me, his large hands gripping my waist, holding me in place as he kicks off his shoes.

I claw at his back and rid him of his water-logged shirt. It drops behind him with a splat. My fingertips graze over his large shoulders and tease down his chest, following the perfect V cut of his chiseled body. He hisses at the contact. I stop when I reach his trousers, and flick the button open

His moan urges me on and for a few more seconds he lets me undress him, but the material is too wet, too stuck. He quickly helps me out and strips himself, kicking the wet denim off.

Black boxer briefs are all that covers his golden skin, mouthwatering skin that glistens with rainwater. My mouth hangs slightly ajar in anticipation of his hands on me.

Shivers run down my spine as he rips away my slip, letting it fall to the floor. And I’m left standing in pale blue lace panties and no bra. My nipples stand at attention as drags his battered hands from my waist up over my ribs, across my chest and up to rest at the base of my neck.

He rolls my neck to side and puts his lips there. Teasing, tasting. I could weep with wanting him. He trails his mouth across my collar bone, licking droplets of water from my flushed skin. Working his way up to other side of my neck.

A loud moan falls from my lips, and growls as he lifts me back up into his arms. I can tell his restraint has snapped and my legs hold him tightly to me as back is slammed against the heavy wooden door.

When he puts his lips on me, I lose all ability to think. He grinds into me and I nearly fall apart from his kisses on my body. I writhe against him, needing more, feeling him pressed firmly against my abdomen.

“Don’t make me beg.” I moan as he balances me with one hand, while he frees himself from the black cotton.

“Never.” He replies, his voice thick with lust as his eyes stay on mine, while he rips the dripping lace aside. The condition of the fabric having nothing to do with the storm and everything to do with him. His hands. His lips. His heart.

“Never Say Never.” I whisper as he fills me with a sharp thrust.

He withdrawals and pounds into me, wood scraping my back as he fills me over and over. We ride out the tidal wave of ecstasy that crashes through us simultaneously.

I never planned on a happy ever after. It was never written in the stars for me to have a fairytale ending. And I was ok with that. He holds me to him, never loosening his grip.

I shiver as the flush of heat slowly fades and think about how I spent my life chasing something that wasn’t mine. I fought, and I lost.

Cohen places his forehead against mine, telling me he’s sorry. I feel the words he’s trying to say.

Taking his face in my hands I place a kiss to his lips that says, I know. I understand. I forgive you. He kisses me back and I feel grow hard inside me again.

“You’re shivering. Let’s get you in the shower.” He mumbles against my lips that are still firmly pressed to his. I stay wrapped up with him inside me as he carries me through the flat and into my bathroom. With every step I feel him shifting in me. I cling tightly to him as he leans in the marble shower to turn on the hot spray and steps in, with me in his arms.

Under the warm jets we find our rhythm once more. This time the pace is slower. Each thrust deeper, as he draws himself all the way out before filling me again.

My head falls back on the cool marble with a thud. My eyes squeeze shut as he worships my body with his own.

We stay tangled up, the earlier frenzied pace now a slow dance. Like a waltz, the quick, quick has given way to the slow. For the first time I realize what is happening. He’s making love to me. This isn’t just sex. Fucking.

I knew it was different the first time I invited him to my bed. But even then, I didn’t know. Didn’t realize.

I lost my way, trying to find someone to love me. Turns out, I needed to learn to love myself first. I had the power to mend my own broken heart all along.

The power is in forgiveness. I forgive Cohen, more importantly...I forgive myself. I always thought that being lost and being lost in someone was the same thing. I was wrong.