Man of My Dreams(41)

We fall into a familiar rhythm but, so help me God, there is something incredibly different about the way we move together tonight. In his mind I’m sure he’s trying to make up for everything by being extra attentive, but all I can think about is how perfect we fit together. I know he feels it too. Something this strong cannot be denied.

“Oh, Mia. I love you so much.” He whispers in my ear as I encourage his hips to move with mine.

It feels good to hear him say this, it’s the sweet reminder I need. I bring my mouth to his, complimenting the ravenous rocking of our joined bodies with a hungry kiss.

Declan groans against my mouth, “Fuck! I’ve missed this, baby. You’re driving me insane.”

And that is just the extra push I need to really set things in motion.

My back is against the headboard, our bodies connected in a sitting position. I push him down onto the mattress, suspended over him, finally in control. He clutches my hips, guiding me up and down over him. His hands make a sensual voyage up to my breasts, groping handfuls, then focusing on my hardened nipples. I arch my back at the familiar touch of his fingers, grinding my hips more intensely to try and relieve the ache of the throbbing between my legs.

He’s brought me to orgasm multiple times just by using his hands and my breasts, but tonight I want to come apart together. And a few more seconds of this delicious torture will not allow that to happen. I pivot myself, still managing to keep him inside me, so that he has a full view of my naked back as I ride him. He’s always loved this position and I am more than happy to oblige. Tonight is about reconnecting, reiterating the things that make each other happy. And from the sounds of Declan’s throaty growls I’ve done my job of reminding him that this stay-at-home wife and mother can still drive him wild.

A spiraling build-up burns deep in my belly as I feel him tense up inside of me, readying for the release we both need. He finds the strength to sit up behind me, wrapping his arms around my pulsating body as the climax washes away any inkling of doubt. “I love you, baby. Thank you for letting me show you. I love you and I never want to let you go.”

But he has to let me go because he has to leave again. I can’t help but wonder if his words are fueled by the heated passion we just shared or if this is actually his heart talking, reassuring me that I am all he needs. I don’t want to ruin our night by asking, so instead I remain quiet, basking in this moment as husband and wife.

I’ll have a month to mull over what this reunion   means. My heart believes this is the end of all the worry and the beginning of where we were supposed to be all along.





Organized Chaos is finishing up their set with a killer rendition of Kryptonite and Declan is nowhere to be found. My eyes scan the Alibi for him, but I’m blinded by pulsing strobe lights and pumping fists.

Tonight marks the two-year anniversary of our very first date and my boyfriend has left me sitting here with a beer and a buzz. Where the hell are you, Declan? I’m starting to get annoyed.

The beer buzz gets the better of me and I make my way into the crowd to dance to the head-bopping sound. I close my eyes and sing along to the chorus.

The rest of the song, complete with a screech of the title, is shouted in my ear by a very familiar voice. My eyes flash open and I’m floored by what, or rather who, I see. “Grace? What the hell are you doing here?”

She sways her hips and moves her head from side to side, answering me with more lyrics about picking me up and putting me back on solid ground.

She’s right, but still, what the hell is she doing here?

“Hello to you too, chicky!” She pulls me in for a tight hug and I melt into my best friend’s embrace.

I back away, still reeling from her out-of-the-blue appearance. “Seriously, Grace. What…”

She interrupts me repeating the million dollar question. “Monday’s class was cancelled. Professor went into labor last night. Three day weekend. I missed you!” She speaks her explanation while bopping up and down to the music. This is one of her favorite songs.

I drag her off the dance floor, into the booth I was sharing with Declan—still no sight of him—and push her down into the dulling, cracked vinyl. “You drove all this way? Unannounced? How did you know I’d be here?”

She glares at me with one eye-brow arched, giving me her best what-you-talkin’-bout-Willis face. “It’s your two year anniversary with Mr. Wonderful. I knew where you’d be. Give me some credit, Mia.”

So she left campus, alone, to intrude on my supposed romantic evening. Something is not adding up. “This smells fishy, Grace. In fact it reeks, so what’s up?” Again I inspect the bathroom exits, the sweaty crowd, the bar for my boyfriend. “And where the hell is Declan?”