So many emotions flickered across his face, but the one I needed to see was there, the strongest, undercutting his fear, mistrust, and disappointment.
“What do you say?” I asked.
I held him, right there, wanting to give him everything I had, but knowing there was still so much more of myself I needed to share.
“Dom, I… look, I…” He blew out a heavy breath, his head dipping again, his eyes leaving mine.
And I suddenly realised what I was doing. Because Harry had told me so many times that Molly would talk to him non-stop without considering how he felt, and I was instantly demanding an answer when I should have been grateful he was even there.
“I’m sorry,” I stopped him from replying, feeling like a fucking idiot, “I’ve just got back. I shouldn’t be piling this on you when I’ve walked through the door.”
I dropped my hands, trying not to show how much I was panicking that I had already fucked everything up again. I didn't even let him fucking speak before I pounced on him. I needed to give him some space to actually say what he'd come here to say. That was how we got where we were in the first place.
“Wait,” Harry said as he grabbed my arm. “Dom, I…” I froze, my eyes widened. A tremor ran through him and I quickly took his other hand, wrapping my fingers through his.
“What is it, handsome? Just say it, I'm not going anywhere.”
Harry drew a shuddering breath before meeting my gaze again.
“I just… I can’t be without you.” He grit his jaw, looking back up at me. “And it took you smashing through my whole life for me to see that.” The small smile that followed was too dangerous, and I groaned as I buried my face in his neck.
“I won't expect anything of you,” I murmured against his soft skin. “Take as much time as you need.” Except I still reached around his waist to untie the stupid, sexy apron. And he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, leaning back like he was offering himself to me.
As soon as the apron was over his head, my lips crashed back down onto his. I crushed him against the counter, grinding my cock against him, falling in love with him even more as his hands crept between us and he unbuttoned his shirt.
“So you don't want more time?” I asked.
“I just want you. We can see how much time I need after that.” His voice trembled the same way my heart did as my fingers skimmed past his, and found his cock through his trousers.
Harry let out a cry, shuddering as he thrust into my hand so easily it was clear we were meant for each other.
“Are we doing this here?” He panted, his hips moving, his shirt forgotten as he clung onto me. It was exactly how he’d been last time, and how I’d been dreaming he would every night since I left.
“Well, you fucked my face against my front door.” I grinned. “I don’t think anywhere is off limits now, do you?”
His mouth dropped open, real red blooming on his cheeks as he grew flustered. It was perfect.
I pulled him towards me, the sheer fucking joy of the moment turning me into a romantic. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to hold you like this. But, no matter how badly I want to fuck you, handsome, I’m not having the first time I thrust my cock inside you to be while you’re bent over the kitchen sink.”
I loved the shocked look on his face. He may have known me long enough to see every aspect of my personality, but Harry had no idea how I fucked. And I was going to show him all the dirty tricks in my book. Whether it took a night, or a month, by the time I was done, he would be a mess in my arms, telling me over and over again how much he loved me.
Harry
Dom walked out of the kitchen without a glance. He just expected me to follow him, like it was normal for him to tell someone he wanted to be with them for the rest of their lives, inform them they were going to have sex, and then saunter off to the bedroom.
He was so relaxed about it. After everything that had happened between us, of all the ways we had hurt and loved each other, and he acted like having sex was no big deal.
Maybe it wasn’t to him, but I was having just the slightest of meltdowns.
I had started clamming up as soon as he started pushing me for an answer. I wondered if I'd made a mistake, and it was going to be like Molly's tirades. But the way he stopped helped ease at least some of the tension, despite the nerves exploding through me.
Kissing him, following his orders, stroking myself to the image of him. When I looked back on it, really looked back on it, it was incredible. I’d been exhausted, pushed to the point of breaking and beyond, but it had been worth it to see his face as he strode towards me five minutes ago.
I pushed myself from the edge of the kitchen counter, my lips still warm from his as I methodically switched off the oven and put away the quiche I had spent hours preparing. The only reason I had a vague idea of how to make it was because Dom taught me years ago.
I turned to finally go for it, only to find him leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded, an appreciative look on his face as he watched me. Even after everything we’d been through, he still had the same smile that he always had for me.
“Come on, handsome. Follow me.” Dom said as he casually walked off down the corridor.