I want him.
That was the only thought in my head as he stared at me with a soft smile, his warm, honey-colored eyes meeting mine as he pulled me close. The sweet, spicy smell of his cologne filled my nose, making me whimper from delight as he rubbed my back. Neither of us spoke for a long time, as we were too wrapped in the warmth of each other's bodies to say anything.
Then, very reluctantly, I pulled away from him just enough to look into those eyes with a sad smile. "Am I dreaming?"
"No, little one," he answered, his velvety voice caressing my ears and momentarily making me forget how to breathe. "I'm really here."
"But you - you're supposed to be…" I swallowed, unable to bring myself to say the words that had broken me five years prior. "I read all of the articles - they said you had…"
He nodded, knowing what I couldn’t say and what I had tried so hard to move past. "I won't go into the details, but I'm really here and not going anywhere, I promise."
I nodded, once again burying my face into his chest as we fell into contented silence. He pressed his lips to the top of my head, trying to convey his earlier promise in that single kiss. I whimpered again, letting his heartbeat soothe all my worries away as his fingers wound their way through my dark hair in a gentle massage. I sighed, trying to get closer to him and making a frustrated noise when his shirt got in the way.
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I need him.
He chuckled, pulling away just enough to plant a soft, tender kiss to my lips before beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. I smiled, gently batting his hands away as I undid the rest of them and never looking away from his face for more than a few seconds. His shirt fell to the floor without a sound, my own shirt and bra joining it a few seconds later in a crumpled heap. I buried my face into his chest for the third time, sighing in delight as skin met skin with a warmth clothes could never have.
His fingers stroked my cheek, successfully getting me to look into his eyes again before rising onto my tiptoes to kiss him deeply. One of his hands moved to rest on the back of my head as we continued to kiss, soft moans ghosting over our lips when we finally pulled apart.