“Where do you want me to touch you?” he whispered against my skin.

Fucking hell!

I didn’t answer right away, too caught up in the sensations wracking my body.

He nipped at the skin above my hip and I yelped in surprise. “Where do you want me to touch you, Gracie?” he demanded, harsher this time.

“Everywhere, Mitch! Everywhere!” I moaned.

“Here?” he breathed, kissing my belly button, his tongue dipping inside.

“Oh,” I groaned.

“Or should I touch you here?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. He peeled them back and kissed my mound through the fabric of my underwear.

It wasn’t enough and he knew it. He was teasing me and enjoying every single minute of it.

“More,” I whined. I sounded like a bratty kid who didn’t get the candy bar she wanted. I didn’t give a shit.

“You need to be specific,” he laughed.

I gripped his hair and gave it a yank, pulling him back up the length of my body. He wanted to play rough? Well he’d get rough.

When he had settled his weight on top of me, fitting between my thighs, I stared up into his eyes. We were burning for each other. This is what it felt like to be on fire. To be consumed from the inside out.

“I want you to put your cock inside me,” I purred and he groaned. I tugged his hair again, harder this time. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I will feel you between my legs for days.” I arched up, grinding against him. “I’ll beg for if that’s what you want. I can plead for you to screw my brains out.” I pulled his ear lobe into his mouth and bit down. Not too hard. Just hard enough.

“But I just want to feel you everywhere,” I whispered.

Something changed on Mitch’s face and his eyes softened. He shuddered then wrapped his arms around me, rolling both of us over so I was now on top, straddling him.

He pressed his hand over my thumping heart and held it there. It was beating so hard and so fast I wondered if it would imprint on his palm. “I just want you to feel me here,” he said, the words cracking and falling a part. “It’s the only place I ever want to be.” His voice broke and shattered and I came completely undone.

“Mitch,” I let out in a tattered, tortured breath. And then we were kissing again. He quickly removed my shirt and bra, throwing them on the floor. He trailed his lips down my body until he reached my nipple. He sucked the taut, sensitive bud in between his teeth and I arched into his mouth.

“I want you naked underneath me,” he rasped against my breast. “I want to own every inch of you.”

“Well I can’t be the only naked one here,” I pouted and Mitch laughed.

He ripped off his shirt, buttons flying. One landed with a ping against the radiator. He balled up the fabric and threw it across the room. “Is that better?” he asked, giving me a cheeky grin.

I nodded, my tongue thick in my mouth as I stared at his muscular chest. He didn’t have any piercings or tattoos like the rest of the guys in the band. Most people wouldn’t look at him and see a rock star.

His skin was unblemished and perfect. He didn’t need anything else to be beautiful.

I pulled him up so that he was in a sitting position and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his chest, licking his skin and nibbling a line up to the base of his throat.

“Mmmm,” he sighed. I had wiggled out of my jeans at some point, so that now I was only in my panties. He was still in his jeans, which was quickly becoming a problem.

But I knew, without him telling me, that Mitch wanted to take his time. It was important that we didn’t rush this.

I kissed Mitch, our lips parting, tasting and taking. “I wish I could take it away. The hurt. The betrayal. I’m so, so sorry,” I murmured. I could never apologize enough. I only hoped one day the sting of what I had done would lessen.

Mitch pulled back and looked at me long and hard. He kissed me again. Once. Twice. Three times. He smoothed the hair back away from my face, his hands so tender where before they had been demanding.

“I’m sorry too, Gracie. You’re not the only one with regrets. I made mistakes. Lots of them. The biggest was pushing you away when I should have held on tight. No matter what you said to me, that didn’t give me the right to be an asshole. Because deep down I knew.”

“What did you know?” I asked, smiling. Grinning wide and high.

Another kiss. And another. Three times.

“That you love me.” His smile was dazzling. It took my breath away.

“Am I that transparent?” I giggled.

Mitch nuzzled my throat, his day old growth on his chin rubbing against eager skin. “I see all of you, G. Even the parts you try to hide.” He looked up into my eyes and I saw his heart.

And it was mine.

“But you can’t hide from me. Because I love you. God, I love you. You are everything. You are all that I want.”

I kissed the tip of Mitch’s nose and finally, after all this time, gave him the words he wanted so badly. The ones that had always been there. The ones that I should have said a year ago when he had first given me his.

“I love you too, Mitch Abrams. I love you so much.”

Mitch let out a strangled sob, his eyes suddenly wet, and he kissed me with a ferocity that I had never experienced from him before.

In a matter of moments he had discarded his jeans and his boxers. Then slowly, lovingly, he peeled my underwear from my body. When I was lying naked before him, he gazed at me as though memorizing every single inch.

Mitch lifted me up and I felt his cock press up against me. “Hang on, baby,” he said as I clung to him. Then he carried me through the apartment and into my bedroom where he laid me carefully onto the bed.

“I don’t think I can wait another minute, Mitch. Please,” I moaned as he settled between my legs.

“I can’t wait either. I’ve been dreaming of this for so damn long,” he let out in an agonized rush. Sheathing himself in a condom he stopped and stared down at me, a question in his eyes.

“What?” I asked him.

“Promise me you won’t walk away this time. Promise me that when we do this, it’s forever. I can’t survive losing you again, Gracie.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached between our bodies to grasp him in my hand. With my eyes on his, I guided him to my entrance and lifted my hips so that he slid inside.

“I promise, Mitch. This is the only place I ever want to be.”

With a heartbreaking smile, Mitch pushed inside me and I stretched and strained to accommodate him. It felt perfect.

Like coming home.

“I love you, Mitch,” I moaned as he thrust into me over and over and over again.

“I love you, Gracie! So fucking much.”

This was his unconditional forever. It was a promise I could trust.

We were Mitch and Gracie.

Gracie and Mitch.

And this is exactly how we should be.

Together.

Always.

I felt Mitch against my back before I opened my eyes. I smiled into my pillow and held myself perfectly still. I didn’t want to move and ruin this perfect, perfect moment.

I could smell him.

I could feel him.

He was everywhere.

My mind flipped backwards to last night and I knew that we had a lot to talk about. But right then I only wanted to lie in bed with him wrapped around me.

Too soon, I felt him begin to stir. The first indication was the very hard appendage digging into my backside.

Ever so slightly I parted my legs and lifted my hips, letting him slide against me. I was already wet and hot and ready.

“Gracie,” he whispered into my hair, his arms holding me tight.

Then lazily, still half asleep, he slipped inside of me again where he had been all night long.

Our hips moved languidly together. His breath hot on the back of my neck as he slid in and out of my body. His hand cupped my breast and his teeth bit down on my shoulder as I cried out softly.