Chapter 32 The Place I Love
The Place I Love
JAMIE
Imade her come again—in the shower. Then once more in the bed. She wanted to fuck again, but I refused.
“No,” I said, lifting my head from between her legs sometime in the early hours. “This is penance.”
She writhed under me.
“For everything,” I whispered.
I wanted her again. Desperately. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to.
At least not for several hours. I’d come more times in the past weekend than I normally did in a week—in a month—before I met Sarah.
My body wasn’t the same as it was years ago.
I’d need some time. Plus my knees were fucking wrecked.
For all the promises I’d made her about not being able to walk, I would be in the same boat if I wasn’t careful.
Afterward, we lay tangled up in her bed, the moon filtering through a crack in the heavy drapes. We talked for a bit, about everything and nothing. About Sam and Ellie. About the snowstorm outside, and if it might grant us another day.
But soon the words fell away, and there was just enough light to see her beautiful face sketched out in the dark on the pillow across from me. Outside in the hallway, the last of the partygoers stumbled by, laughing. It was two in the morning. A new day.
I tucked the sheet up over her shoulder.
“So sleepy,” Sarah murmured, a soft smile on her face, her eyes already closed.
My heart felt suddenly strangled.
“Wait,” I said, rising up on my elbow. “Before you fall asleep, I need to kiss you one more time.”
She blinked, her lids looking heavy.
I leaned forward, but instead of meeting her lips, I kissed the little mole on her jaw. The place I’d dreamed of kissing since possibly the day we met.
She laughed. “I’m the one who took my contacts out.”
She thought I’d missed her mouth. “I meant to kiss you there. That’s little beauty mark—it’s my favorite spot on you. Well, shit, I have several other favorite spots. But it’s the thing that”—I swallowed.—“It’s the place I love.”
I don’t think I’d ever said so many words at once.
For a moment, Sarah was quiet as she looked at me. Nerves skipped through my chest. But I couldn’t bring myself to be sorry I’d said that.
After a moment, she let out a soft breath of air. Not quite a laugh. “You know, kids used to make fun of that mole.”
I settled back onto the pillow. “Idiots.”
She smiled. “You can’t talk about kids like that.”
“Those ones were.”
She laughed softly, then turned and wiggled her back into my front. She sighed like a contented cat. Then, through a yawn, said, “We need to at least get a couple hours sleep.”
I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her tight against me. My heart was so fucking buoyant, I worried it might burst. I might die with my arms wrapped around Sarah’s bare waist, her ass pressed against my exhausted cock.
Wouldn’t be a bad way to go at all.