"But… you have a job and a life here." He's making the same mistake I did. "I can't ask you to give that up."
"You're not asking me. I'm doing this for me." He cups my face. "You're it for me, Avril. You were the moment I saw you."
I toss him the keys. "You're driving."
FIRST EPILOGUE
Lucas’s hips rock against me; his thrusts are urgent and his touch rough. Hours driving in the car, so close but unable to feel each other the way we wanted, had us ready to rip our clothes off the moment stepped into the room.
My hips arch, forcing his solid length deeper, and my mouth opens as a moan rolls up my throat.
Lucas swallows the sound, crushing his lips to mine and tangling our tongues together. My walls clench around him as I rock in time with his thrust, searching, aching, almost there.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” He breathes into my mouth. He thrusts harder, rubbing his pelvis against my aching bud.
Coils tighten and shatter as we tumble over the edge together.
“Fuck me,” Lucas moans. “I want to curl up with you in bed now and sleep for days.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss his sweat-dampened forehead. “The mattress is in the bedroom. We could crawl to it.”
Lucas chuckles. “Seeing you on your hands and knees won’t help me get to sleep.”
My skin sizzles as I picture my ass in the air, and Lucas bent over me from behind. My ass clenches in anticipation, wanting to feel him stretching me there again.
I want to feel him everywhere and do everything.
And I can… because he followed me.
Happiness that I didn’t think I’d ever feel again radiates through me.
Lucas pushes himself to his feet and reaches for me. “Let’s shower and order a pizza. We can finish unpacking tomorrow.”
My lips curl in a ridiculously huge grin.
“What’s with the Cheshire cat look?”
“We’re going to sleep together.”
Lucas arches a brow. “We’ve done that. Several times now.”
Pink colors my skin, and I shrug, suddenly shy. “I mean, I get to sleep next to you, in my apartment.”
Lucas curls both palms over my ass and grinds his hips into me. “That means I get to fuck you everywhere in your apartment, including your shower.” He steals my mouth for a searing kiss, then pulls away. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He smiles, and the happiness radiating from him makes me want to tell him every day.
I will.
SECOND EPILOGUE
Little girl squeals, and a daddy monster voice ring through the house as I open the door to our four-bedroom home.
Quietly, I close the door, not wanting to disturb them, and slowly pad toward the kitchen.
Lucas is hunched in a cardboard box cave, his face painted in splotches of glitter paint and his hair a wild mess, making him look more cuddly than scary. Our five-year-old daughter is dressed in her favorite fairy outfit, waving her wand in the air.