Chapter Two Relish My Light #2
He smiles against my lips, his eyes searching mine. “That’s it?” He seems shocked.
How can he ever doubt he gives me more than I need?
“Yes, just you. Here. Not four hundred miles away from me. We could survive the year apart, but why? At what cost? And for what purpose? So that I can stick to some old goal I made for myself when I was a kid? We grow up and our goals should change with us, otherwise, we’d all be ballerinas, cowboys, and astronauts. ”
His laugh tickles my ear as he holds me close.
“I love your mind, baby. I love how it works. I love how you meld your philosopher’s soul with your intelligence.
” His lips graze across mine. “But, mostly, I love how you love me.” He licks across the seam of my mouth before diving in with deep, penetrating precision, curling my toes and making me gasp for more.
Shifting, he settles over my naked body, nestling his hardness between my thighs. I open for him, always open to my Joseph and what he gives me—mind, body, and soul.
“Sweets.” He pants, rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit. “But I also love that you’re not leaving me.” His voice cracks with emotion as he surges, filling me in one swift motion. “You chose to stay.” He groans.
I contract around him, speechless, pulling him to me with each and every thrust. Telling him with my body how much I love him. Reassuring him that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.
“Fuck, yes. Squeeze me.”
All sense of reason and words leave me as he takes me higher, rocking me into oblivion.
“You chose me,” he chants with each thrust, with each gasp of air between kisses, with each glorious touch of his hands.
Ignited, I burst into flames, grounded only by his voice in my ear. “I’ll always choose you, Sweetness.”
Locked in my embrace, he grinds in deep and stills. “Always.” He shudders with his release.
Joseph
“You alive?” She lies limp in my arms, so still and quiet I’m not even sure she’s awake, but I’m pretty sure she’s breathing.
“Mmm…barely,” she murmurs and settles in further, rubbing her face in my neck, like she’s scenting me.
I relax, knowing I haven’t sexed her to death. I have to rein it in. She’s not going anywhere.
This has been an emotional day. I didn’t realize how anxious I was about her leaving for Austin until she told me she wasn’t.
Then all those pent-up feelings and anxiety over living apart from each other came crashing in and took over, making me need to claim her over and over again.
Too much and yet, still not nearly enough. Never. Enough.
“I was gonna suggest something, but now I’m not sure it’s such a good idea. We can’t seem to stop having sex.”
I laugh and relief floods my body. She can at least joke about it. And she said we can’t stop having sex, so she doesn’t think I’m mauling her.
“I’m just overwhelmed with relief that I won’t have to live without you for the next nine months.
” I stretch and scratch my stubbly chin.
Jeez, I need to shave. I probably gave her beard burn all over her body.
She never complained, though. “Ignore the fact that I can’t seem to keep my dick out of you. What was your suggestion?”
“You know you don’t have to try to fit in a year’s worth of sex.”
I smile at that. “It seems my body hasn’t caught up with my mind telling me you’re not leaving.”
She rests back on her pillow, allowing me to see her eyes. The blue eyes I love so much. “I was thinking that since you’re out an assistant, and my internship is over for the summer…” She bites her lip.
I lean over and tug it free, giving it a quick suck. “That’s mine.”
She smirks and rolls her eyes. “You’re like a two-year-old, thinking everything is yours, or the birds in Nemo: Mine. Mine. Mine,” she mimics.
Stifling a laugh, I take her mouth, keeping my kiss as chaste as possible. “I don’t think everything is mine, Sweets. Except when it comes to you, then yes: Mine. Mine. Mine,” I parrot as I quickly kiss all my favorite parts of her.
Samantha squirms and giggles. “Forget my idea. We can’t even have a conversation without your hands and mouth all over me.”
Hands up in surrender, I flop back on my pillow. “Ok, no touching. Tell me.”
She sighs as if she’s frustrated with me, but I can see by the mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“You need an assistant. I don’t have anything to do for a few weeks, besides plan a wedding, get ready for school, and ensure my big strong man gets enough at home that he can keep his hands to himself in the office. ”
I scowl. “Keep my hands to myself? What does that mean?” Surely, she doesn’t think I’d cheat on her.
“I mean I could be your assistant for a few weeks or until you find a suitable replacement. But none of this funny business in the office.” She emphasizes with a nod of her chin and arms crossed over her luscious chest.
She’s fucking adorable.
“You’d do that? Be my assistant?” I thought she was teasing, but she’s serious about helping me out. I’m touched.
She softens. “Of course. You need help. I may not be fully qualified to be an assistant, but I’m sure I can manage to get you coffee, answer phones, and keep your schedule on track.”
“You’re more than qualified. You’re overqualified. But I’d love to have your help. I could relax and find someone who really fits instead of taking the first person because I need someone.”
“Good. You let Michael and Fin know. I’ll contact Angela in the morning. I’m sure she can give me a few pointers. She manages to keep Fin on task, and I’m sure he’s more difficult than you are.”
“I wouldn’t count on that. I’m the newbie, remember. I need a more hands-on approach than Fin does.” I waggle my eyebrows.
This is gonna be fun.