Always Remember

his hand along me. His fingers dip inside me, his thumb pressing across my hardened clit already calling out for him. I gasp, closing my eyes as water hits my face. He closes his mouth over mine, sucking my bottom lip hard. I clench, and he takes his hand away. Seconds later, I feel him push against me. I move my hips up slightly,
    “ Wait,” I whisper, holding his head. “Did you just call me ‘your girl’?”
    He drops me down onto him, thrusting up into me, and I throw my head back against the wall at the feeling. I grind my hips against him as he teases me by moving out and in slowly, his breathing heavy in my ear. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as his mouth moves across my shoulders, kissing me in a gentle, tender way that makes me want to cry.
    He moves a hand and cups my head, laying my forehead against his. I close my eyes, and he stops moving, buried deep inside me.
    “Open your eyes.” His breath fans over my mouth, and I force my eyes open. I look straight into those brown eyes that intoxicate me every time. He smiles. “That’s better. I want to see the look in your beautiful eyes when you lose yourself to me.”
    I draw in a long desire filled breath at his words, and he moves again slowly. The long, smooth strokes are a contrast to the times before, the times where passion and need took over. This… This feels like more.
    When my world flies apart in his arms, he stares straight into my eyes and kisses me the way I’ve secretly always wanted him to.

    ~

    “Lexy’s back tonight,” I say over my shoulder.
    “ Yep, she text me before I came over here.” Bing moves some hair from my neck.
    I ’m surprised he’s still here. In fact, I’m surprised he’s stayed around for three days. It’s not his usual M.O. He’s usually gone before you’ve finished screaming his name.
    “ Here.” I hand him the mug of tea and lean against the counter. He studies me, his eyes lingering on mine and the uncertainty that I know is shining there. My sarcastic defence mechanisms creep to the front. “Why are you looking at me like I’m a damn algebra puzzle?”
    His lips curl , and I remember how they feel on my skin. I remember what it’s like to be held by him. I remember how he called me his girl. But Bing doesn’t do the whole alpha male caveman thing like Alec does with Lexy.
    “ You look like you need working out.”
    “ I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult.”
    “ I don’t mean in the physical sense, but if that was the case then I can safely say you’ve had plenty of work outs in the last few days.” He smirks. “No. It’s something more. What are you keeping locked up, Jen?”

BING

    Those blue eyes that have me so entranced are a whirlpool of doubt, uncertainty, and reserve. I can see it. Her heart is on her sleeve. What she expected and what she wants are at opposite ends of the relationship spectrum.
    I won ’t settle for anything less than the far end of it.
    “ Nothing.” She looks into her mug. “Why would I have anything to hide from you?”
    I ’ve kissed every inch of that silky smooth skin. I’ve touched every millimetre of her body, felt her lips against my skin, against my lips, against my body. I’ve felt her against me. I’ve held her while she slept, watched her, imagined her as mine for good.
    I remember every second since she walked back into my life two years ago. I remember it all. I remember her comments, her smile, and her carefree attitude. I remember her from up close and afar. I remember her. All of her.
    The memories mean I know something is up , and that there’s serious things swirling in her pretty little head.
    “ You tell me, beautiful.” I set the mug down on the counter next to me. “Talk to me, Jen.”
    “ Why?” She looks up and there’s a mixture of fire and ice in her eyes, both contrasting in a way that makes desire look like a passing glance.
    “ Because-”
    “ So you can tell your sister not to mention your name around me?” She puts her mug down. “So you can go home and carve another notch or five into your bedpost? Why, Bing? Why do you need to know how I’m feeling?”
    I move in front of her , and she puts her hands against me to move me away. I grip her wrists and move my hands so my fingers link with hers. I lean my hips against her, holding her in place against the side as I hold her hands tightly.
    “ Because I care, Jen.” My voice is soft. “I care if you’re happy, sad or