“On,” I pant.
If he’s gotten jacked over the summer, I want to see it.
I didn’t know that the last time we ever had sex would be the last time. I can’t even remember exactly when it was.
This time? I’m going to catalogue every single second.
With a nod, he pushes my shorts down, then steps back.
In the sudden absence of his body, I sway, dropping back to my heels. By the time I turn around, he’s peeled off his flannel shirt and stretched out on my new sofa, his feet hanging just over the end. I should hate that he’s left his boots on, but it helps anchor what this is—and what this isn’t. And they’re not touching the couch.
Enough thinking about the sofa, I scold myself.
I’m naked.
He’s laying down.
I look at where his erection is straining against the fly of his jeans.
“I’ve got condoms,” I say.
It sounds inane out loud. So matter of fact. Is this what casual sex feels like? I wouldn’t know. He’s the only person I’ve ever done this with.
His eyes rake over me, making my skin pebble. “Wedon’t need them for you to ride my face. Get your ass over here.”
Heat races to my cheeks, and my legs shake as I cross to him. “I’m just saying I think we need to be sensible?—”
He catches me by the hips as soon as I’m within grabbing range and he pulls me on top of him, so I’m straddling his chest. “You think too fucking much.”
And then he latches his mouth onto a nipple and sucks.
Fuck.
White hot need pulses straight through me, arrowing directly to my pussy. I breathe his name.
He pulls off with a wet pop, then drags his nose along my skin, inhaling before he takes the other nipple between his teeth and licks it.
I’ve missed this so much.
Shame twists around my pulsing desire. We really shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t let him tug my hips up, shouldn’t moan as he bites at my belly and kisses my inner thighs while he positions them on either side of his head.
I shouldn’t brace my hands on the arm of the sofa and hold myself up so he can spread me open and look at me, his gaze burning dark and rabid.
All thoseshouldn’tsmake me hesitate, and he notices.
“What, you think I’ve lost my taste for this? Sit on my fucking face, Roar.”
A whole body shiver rockets through me as he wraps his long arms around my thighs, taking full control.
Locking me in for the ride.
A decade of memories slam through me as he licks a broad path straight up my centre to my clit.
When was the first time we did it like this?
God, it’s hard to remember when his tongue is doingthat.
