Glass Hearts
his t-shirt last night so I won’t have to wait too long to have him inside me.
    There’s nothing slow and sweet about his movements, or his kisses. He wants this just as much as I do. I feel his familiar calloused hands work their way up my sides, stopping right below my breasts, his thumbs sliding over my nipples. I missed Dane something crazy while we were apart, but now that I can feel him and smell his strong, clean scent, I realize he’s part of me. He makes me be who I’m intended to be, makes me feel what I’m intended to feel, and he completes all the pieces of my life that I can’t. He’s everything I’ll ever need to be happy.
    He kisses along my collarbone before moving up my neck toward my lips. His soft touch sends a shiver down my back, and every nerve in my body screams for more. He uses the tip of his tongue to trace my mouth, and I open to welcome him in, tasting him. He pulls back and looks into my eyes while he slowly enters me. It feels amazing, like the first time without the pain; there is so much emotion between us. I feel like my world is back on its axis as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and moves slowly in and out. When he starts to move faster, I feel myself building and fist the bed sheets in both hands. We get lost in each other. I didn’t forget what this felt like while we were apart, but now that we’re in the moment, every feeling is multiplied. I love this man more than I love life. I’d do anything for him, and I know he’d do the same for me.
    “Come for me, baby,” he whispers in my ear. It’s all I need before I feel my body tighten around him and I feel his body tense above mine. He kisses me deeply, swallowing my screams until my body calms. We lay silently for a few moments, entwining our fingers and enjoying the feeling of bare skin against bare skin.
    He nuzzles my neck with his nose, breaking the trance we’ve been lost in. “You smell so good. I missed that smell on my sheets.”
    “Are you saying you want a bottle of my perfume?” I tease, rubbing my fingertips up and down his back.
    He sits up, and then looks right into my eyes. “No, I’m saying I want you to stay in my bed. Forever.”
    “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not leaving? Ever,” I say, moving my hands to cup his face.
    “I may need to hear it a few times.” He leans down to kiss me. I now realize how much doubt I’ve put in his head by letting him get away from me once. I would do anything to take it all away, and I know it’s going to take time to earn his trust back.
    The last few months I’ve learned that if I really want something, that if I can’t live without it, I need to go for it. It’s so much easier to run the other way and not have to face the possible rejection. It’s so much easier not to have to admit my weaknesses, or my wrongs, but running hurts more in the long run.
    Some things are just worth fighting for.
    The man whose eyes are staring down at me now is oxygen to my soul. He makes a part of me come alive that I never knew existed before.
    I know in my heart that I do the same for him.
    “I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll only be a few minutes,” Dane says, leaning in to kiss my nose. “You’re free to join me if you want.”
    “That’s very tempting, but I need to call Jade. I promised I would once we got settled.”
    “Your loss, baby,” he says, sticking out his lower lip. I can’t help myself when I lean up and take his lower lip between my teeth. A low growl rolls from his body when I lean back on my pillow smiling up at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” he whines.
    He doesn’t wait for my answer as he rolls off the side of the bed. I watch him walk to the bathroom, his firm backside flexing with each step he takes. It’s almost enough to tempt me. I’m not going to tell him that though, because I have a feeling he would be walking around naked all the time.
    When I look at the clock it’s after

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