My toes curl as Denver moves to the opposite breast and licks at one while gently teasing the other between his fingers.
“Den—” I whisper-shout, pulling at his hair to get his attention.
“Mmmm.” He hums as he licks a trail down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my shorts, waiting until I lift my hips slightly and allow him to pull them down. My knees fall away from each other slightly, and he takes me in with a low growl. “Fucking look at you.You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Spread yourself, baby, show me what I’ve been missing.”
I let my hand trail down between my breasts, over mystomach, and down to my pussy. A dark gleam in his eye, he motions with his head for me to continue. So I press my fingers to my labia, splitting them for him to see.
I’m completely naked and spread wide for him, but I don’t feel exposed at all. Even after all this time, his gaze is full of wanton lust when he looks at me. He wants me as badly as I still want him.
“You’re already so wet, baby girl. You like when I tease your nipples?” He folds his tongue around one and my eyes roll back in my head for a second. “I can’t believe you got them pierced. God, I thought I loved your tits before—but now?”
Insatiable.
Denver grips my hips, leaning to kiss my body, worshipping me from head to toe with the attentive drag of his tongue. Until I’m close to begging, needy for his hands or mouth to be relieving the pressure built at the apex of my thighs. His finger smooths over my clit, and he sucks on my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple at the same time he slips a finger through my wetness.
There’s a rumble in his chest when he slips one, then two fingers deep inside me. And I hold a palm over my mouth, struggling not to cry out as he fills me with a new need. I won’t be satisfied until I have all of him. I know it.
He pulls his hand away and brings it to his mouth, then sucks his fingers clean of me with a hum of desire deep in his chest. It’s as if he’s just tasted the most exquisite dessert on Earth.
With a sated smile, he quietly says, “You keep insisting I don’t know you anymore—I’veneverforgotten the way you taste. That sweet pussy of yours hasn’t changed, baby. But you know what I really want to know about the new Blair?”
“What?”
“I need to know if you still sound the same when you’recoming for me,” he mumbles against the crook of my neck, nipping at my delicate skin.
His fingers slip deep inside, pulling me closer to orgasm, while his mouth focuses back on my nipples. The fire engulfs me, and my back arches to be even closer to his touch. Within seconds of slow, methodical licks and his beckoning fingers, I’m moaning—loudly.
“Shhh, baby. You need to be good and quiet.” He lays his free hand across my mouth, smiling with pride when I bite down on his flesh at the same moment an orgasm rips through me. And still, he doesn’t stop sucking and flicking and fucking while I come back down from the high.
Denver rips his shirt overhead, all abs and tanned skin. Then I’m tugging at his waistband, desperate for him. His cock springs to life from under his sweatpants, and I take a moment to appreciate the man he’s become.
Holy fucking shit—praise our lord and savior, or whatever.
He’s always been made up of lean muscle, but as a man, there’s a smattering of brown hair on his chest. And a thin, lickable trail from his belly button down to the promised land. A cock I’ve never gotten over. Maybe it’s because it was the first I ever had, maybe it’s because it was larger than most I’ve seen since, maybe it’s because I’ve always loved the man packing it. And the tattoo that I…
“Wait. Is that a tattoo?” I shift closer to him, squinting to make out the black ink on his thigh—a splotch no bigger than a toonie about halfway between his knee and hip.
Seemingly taken aback, like he’d forgotten it was there, he looks down at his own skin. “Oh…yeah.”
And when I figure out what the tiny design is, my heart does a weird bobbing action, unsure whether to sink or float. “Den…is that a bear?”
“Sheesh, I know Red’s tattoo guy was a bit shady, but I didn’t think he didthatbad of a job. Of course it’s a bear.”
I really don’t want to assume.But how can I not?Swallowing hard, I run my finger over it and look up at him.
“W-why?”
He brushes fallen locks of hair behind my ears. “Because Mom told me I could get a tattoo over her dead body. So…I did. Red hooked me up. I fuckinghateneedles, so it’s never happening again.”
Naturally, he’s fine with the cattle brand embedded into his chest, but a tiny tattoo is too much. He’s always been such a wimp when it comes to needles of any kind.
“I mean, why the bear?”
“That’s a pretty silly question,Bear.” His soft smile matches my own, and his hand finds its way to mine. “You were the only thing I could think of at the time. It was the only tattoo that made sense to me. Right here, where your hand used to rest when we drove around in my truck all summer long.”
I fight the burning in my lungs by kissing him, consuming him, and holding tight to his thigh. Overcome with both the need to have him and the need to never let him go again.
My sister and Cass were right about my tendency to fall hard, fast. I’m already in too deep. If he isn’t all in, my heart will forever be a shattered mess on my bedroom floor. But if I’m a dead girl walking, I may as well savor every damn moment.
