My hair stood on end.Every single one of her touches seared my skin.Her fingertips trailing my stomach.Her tongue scraping mine.The press of her palm on my erection.
Her pulse throbbed fast against my lips.I skimmed my hands down her sides, pulling her stomach to mine, a constant urging to be closer—to find space and fill it.She arched her back.A gasp trapped between our mouths.My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass.
She groaned.“I’m on birth control, and I was cleared at my last screening.”
“Me too.”
“We don’t need a condom if you’re okay with that.”
I slid my fingers between her wet lips, and she sucked in a shuddering breath as I circled her clit.“I’m okay with that.”
She clung to me with her arms around my neck, her face turned down to where my fingers rubbed.I held her with my other arm around her waist savoring the jerks and twitches of her body.Her pleasure mounted, her hold on me tightened, and I kept my rhythm.
“Rem,” she breathed.
My name from her mouth, whispered like that—a plea, a promise, a prayer—made me ravenous.I’d never be sated.I’d always be hungry for her.
A hunger to devour.Tobedevoured.
I plunged my fingers inside of her, needing to feel her spasm.When she did, I held her until she stopped shivering, until she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me slow and lingering.She let her head fall back against the wall.The manifestation of my fantasies with her breasts rising and falling with each breath between her parted lips.
I slipped my hand from between her legs and put my glistening fingers in my mouth and sucked her taste from them.
Her half-lidded eyes widened slightly before she said, “And you said your slutty days were behind you.”
“Yeah, okay,” I admitted, “I do like that.”
Taking hold of my hand, she led me into my bedroom.I sat on the edge of my bed, loving all the signs of her in this place—her smell on my bedding, her phone charger on my bedside table, her lotion on top of my dresser.I loved the way she placed a hand on my shoulder as she put a knee on either side of my hip, straddling me.I loved the feel of her hips under my hands, and way she lifted her chin back for me to kiss her neck.
“I love you,” I whispered into the heat of her skin.
She cupped my cheek, looking down at me.“I love you too.”
So many of my jagged edges fit back into place.Pieces that were never meant to reconnect.Wounds that hadn’t healed right, somehow had found their cure.
Holding my gaze, she placed the head of my cock at her entrance then lowered, taking me inside of her, slowly.Tortuously.Ecstasy.
With nothing between us, just the slip of her skin on mine, we moved together.She set the pace and I savored it.The languid sway of our bodies, her grip in my hair, the taste of salt on her skin.There wasn’t any rush, just this.Despite how hard I was, the demand for release was quieter than my need for her.
For a moment it was too much, everything inside of me.The pressure building in my chest.Marveling at her, at being here together, that, despite everything, we were in love.That we would be together for the rest of our days, because nothing could break us again.Not with all the healing and growing we’d done.If we could get pasteverythingthere was nothing that we couldn’t overcome.
Wantwas too small of a word for how I felt for her.
But yearning, fuck, I knew yearning.
I knew it in my fibers.It was weaved into my connective tissues—so much a part of me, she had to be able to see it.
She pressed her forehead to mine, our movements growing more urgent.
“I love you,” she gasped between kisses.
I could only growl my response, incapable of forming words when I could only feel.She gave into the force of my hands moving us closer, harder, my hips thrusting up to meet hers.The noises she made with each movement had me inches away from release.I could barely hold back, wanting her to come with me.To fall over the edge, clinging to one another as we fell.
When I didn’t think I could take anymore, she cried out, her pussy twitching and convulsing around my shaft.
I groaned into her chest.My arms wrapped around her back.I spilled inside of her, completely and totally satisfied.
Chapter Thirty-Five
