With that, I kissed her. Hard and unyielding. I expected her to push me away, to tell me no. To deny me.
And for a split second, I rethought what I was doing. Until her hand climbed my chest, traced up my neck, and cupped my cheek.
There was nothing more to say at the moment. Hell, it wasn’t like she was inclined to believe me anyway. Despite it all, one thing was true.
Our bodies couldn’t lie. They weren’t capable of pretending that what we did to each other wasn’t real. It was impossible for my touch not to affect her and utterly futile for me to resist hers.
I didn’t have a solution to offer her.
I couldn’t answer all of her questions or calm her raging anger.
What I could do for my Sally, for my Remi, for the love of my life, was remind her that we belonged together. If all else was lost and there was nothing left to salvage, I could prove this one last thing.
She and I had been made for one another.
My mouth crashed over hers with a desperate frenzy. There were no lies or half-truths between us anymore. It was just two people more in love than ever, yet somehow on the verge of once again falling apart.
Drawing me impossibly closer, she looped her arms around my neck, her tongue meeting mine stroke for stroke. I swallowed her moans, hungry and starving for more.
More of her.
More of us.
The whole fucking life together we deserved.
With her mouth still connected to mine, she pulled and tugged at my shirt until I used one hand at the back of my neck to tear the T-shirt over my head.
“Fuck me,” I groaned as she moved her assault down my neck and my chest.
Her fumbling hands went to the button on my jeans. She wasn’t fast enough though, so I took over. Once again finding her mouth, I made quick work of popping the button open and shoving my jeans down to free my straining cock.
God bless her affection for dresses. I’d never been so grateful in my life for easy access. Palming her ass, I lifted her off her feet and pressed her back against the wall. In one fluid movement, I hooked my thumb in her panties, pulling them to the side, and drove my length inside her tight, wet heat.
“Bowen,” she cried, thrusting her fingers into the back of my hair.
I hadn’t left my property in days, but as she stretched around me, her legs linked behind my hips, urging me deeper, I finally felt like I was home.
“Fuck me harder, Bowen.”
Those words were kerosene. It was rough and frantic as I slammed myself into her. Every stroke was harder than the last. I silently lamented that I hadn’t taken the time to strip her bare so I could enjoy the mind-blowing view of her breasts.
“Like that?” I asked through clenched teeth, aware that with as good as it felt, I wouldn’t last long like that.
“Yes. Yes,” she chanted, dropping her head back against the wall, lost in the hunt for her release.
We’d always been good at this. Sex, fucking, making love—whatever you wanted to call it. Our bodies had been made for each other. We had been made for each other. I just needed her to remember that—even if she never remembered anything else.
With every thrust, she tightened around me, unintelligible pleas for more falling from her perfect lips, until finally an orgasm broke free inside her.
“Bowen,” she whispered with a reverence I felt in the core of my soul.
She sagged in my arms, riding out the waves of her release as mine tore through me, leaving my head spinning and my body weak in the knees.
Barely able to remain upright, I dropped both elbows to the wall and pinned her with my hips as I caught my breath.
My head was still trapped in a sexual fog when I felt a sob tear from her shoulders.
“Why can’t I stop wanting you? Why can’t I hate you like I should?” she asked through tears.
“Because you don’t hate me. That’s not who we are, baby. That’s not who we will ever be.”
She drew in a shaky breath. “See, I think that’s the problem. I don’t even know who I was, much less who I am or who I want to be.” She released her legs from around my hips and I had no choice but to lower her to the floor. “I have to go.”
My sex-induced high suddenly took a nosedive, crashing me back to reality. “Remi, stop. Let’s talk about this.”
“What else is there to say?” Ducking out from under my arm, she straightened her dress as she marched to the back door and pulled it open. She waited until the dogs had trotted inside and then bent at the knee to scoop Sugar into her arms.
