Page 70 of This Broken Heart

Eventually, I get up and bring back a washcloth. She tries to take it from me, but I nudge her hand away, insisting on taking care of her myself.

I toss it aside and flop onto the bed, pulling her alongside me. She kisses my shoulder before nuzzling into my side. I slip the blanket up over us, tugging her into my body like I’m afraid she might try to get away.

Eventually, she just might. I have no idea what comes next.

But right now, I just want to revel in this feeling of complete release. My fingers tease through her curls, listening to the soft, barely audible sounds of her breath. Her chest rises and falls against mine, and I match her breath, eventually drifting off to sleep.

I’m so used to my kids waking me up in the middle of the night that I wake up on my own. It takes me a second to remember that they’re with my parents.

And that Erin is in my bed.

Well, technically, I’m in her bed.

I never thought I would want to sleep next to another woman. But the worst part about sleeping with Erin is knowing that tomorrow we’ll be back in separate beds.

I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. She sleepily follows, muttering some nonsense in her sleep. Craning my head to look at her, I chuckle a little, letting my head flop back. She stirs against me, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “Are you laughing right now?”

“You’re talking in your sleep.

She wiggles closer. “I don’t talk in my sleep.”

“And you snore.”

That part isn’t true, but it’s worth it to see her reaction. She pushes up against my chest, squinting down at me. “I do not.”

I trail a finger down her arm. “Woke me up.”

“Oh, poor baby.” She says, sliding her palm across my stomach. “How will I make it up to you?”

I grin, biting my lip. “I have some ideas.”

She laughs. “You do?”

I nod, pulling her onto my chest. I kind of forgot how naked we both were.

Things get serious real fast.

The smile fades from my face and I pull her down to my lips.

Having her naked curves pressed against my body is a feast for the senses. I grab her butt with both hands, squeezing before giving her a little slap. She jumps slightly, a surprised moan tumbling from her lips. I smile into our kiss. “Do you like that?”

She nods, drawing the tip of her nose across my cheekbone. Putting her lips by my ear, she bites my earlobe. “Do it again.”

I obey, smacking her a little harder this time, and she rolls her hips against mine, sending my half-staff erection into full-riot mode. She reaches around, positioning my tip at her entrance and eases back onto me.

I lift my hips, driving deeper, and she groans lustily.

A laugh rumbles in my chest. “Fuck, baby, you’re so damn sexy.”

47.

Erin

Josh really knows how to make a woman feel appreciated. He’s not stingy with compliments, murmuring sweet nothings as he fucks me silly. He likes my ass. My ‘tits’. My ‘dirty little mouth’.

I like everything about his body. I wouldn’t even know where to start. Besides, I can barely string two words together, let alone think of sexy little things to say to him.

I’m only capable of saying yes.