I love him with all my heart.
Every piece of it beats for him.
My hands tremble as I undress, taking more time than it should and I know that, but I can’t stop picturing him there, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his broad shoulders hunched over with a dejected look on his face.
I’ll never unsee that look in his eyes, like he was questioning if he still had me, if I was still his, and desperately needed to know.
Because he wants me still. He loves me still.
And I’ve never needed to feel that more than I need it now.
The door behind me creaks open just as I unhook my bra. It hits the floor just as I spin to face him and before I can move or speak, he’s almost on me, closing the distance between us in three broad steps.
His strong arms wrap around me as he gathers me up, capturing my squeal of surprise with his lips in a kiss. I can’t hold him close enough as my arms wrap around his broad shoulders. They only stay there for a fraction of a second before I tear at his shirt, needing it off and desperately needing his skin against mine.
I’ve never felt so close to him, yet so far apart at the same time.
I need more of him and all of him. I want him to surround me and consume me until I am nothing but his. Protected and loved and cherished.
My kisses devour his, but somehow he does just the same to me.
Although it all feels reckless and desperate, he lowers me to the bed as if he has full control. Of course he does; he is so much stronger than I am.
The thought reminds me to tear at his clothes, a button popping off as I do and neither of us care.
In a single motion, Seth parts from my embrace, removing his shirt with one hand over his head and tossing it somewhere behind me.