“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a teasing salute.
I found Scarlett’s toiletry bag sitting on her dresser. She wouldn’t need a change of clothes for the evening, and even if she did, she could wear Malcolm’s. Once her bag was outside the door, I flicked the lock and turned to my woman.
My woman.Shewasmine again, wasn’t she?
Brooke knelt on the bed, patting a spot next to her. “On your back.”
I slid a hand along my dick as I took slow steps toward her. “What are you going to do to me? Interrogate me?”
A wicked smile crept up her face.
God, the scene in front of me. It was straight out of one of my dreams. One of the few good ones I’d had over the past six years.
“I’m going to do whatever the hell I want. We’ve got hours, right?”
I knew what she was planning. She was going to ride me bare. I’d never been bare with a woman before, but taking her on the kitchen table? It hadn’t been sex. It was claiming. It was stamping my name on her, so no one would ever take her away from me again. More than that, it was the confirmation we’d found our way back to each other.
Once I was where she wanted me, she climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She rocked against my cock, the wet heat of her coating my length.
“Don’t tease me,” I murmured, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her waist.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she purred, leaning down to nip at my bottom lip. “At least not yet.”
My cock reacted to everything she was doing, as if itneededher.
I reached for her breasts, cupping them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. The difference in her reaction was fascinating—her sharp intake of breath when I touched her scarred left breast, the way her back arched more dramatically.
“You’re so responsive,” I said, my own voice as rough as hers. “So sensitive.”
“Wild, huh?” She whimpered as I pinched her left nipple experimentally, her eyes widening. “It just feels… more.”
A plan formed in my mind, and I grabbed her, tossing her onto her back. “You can ride me later. I need to re-learn you.”
“Promise?” She laughed, covering her face with her hands.
“Promise.” I began a methodical exploration of her body, mapping her reactions as I moved across its terrain. She’d told me some of the scarred areas were numb, others hypersensitive, and I needed to learn which was which. When I reached a patch along her ribs, she gasped, her back arching off the bed.
“There?” I asked, licking the spot that had her writhing.
“Yes,” she managed, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I focused my attention there, alternating between light touches and firm pressure, watching her face for every reaction. It was like coming home after decades. The territory was familiar, but there were new landmarks.
“Rav,” she gasped, pulling at my shoulders. “I need you inside me again.”
I moved back up her body, settling between her thighs. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips to meet me as I pushed inside her once more. “Slowly.”
I obeyed, savoring the way she clenched around me. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I moved, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face. She wrapped her legs around my waist,changing the angle, taking me deeper, and I had to grit my teeth against the thrill of it.
“You feel so good,” she told me, her hands roaming over my back, nails digging in slightly. “So fucking good.”
I dipped my head to capture her mouth in a kiss, overwhelmed by the reality of her beneath me after so many years of dreams and regrets. When I pulled back, the words I’d been holding onto for six years escaped before I could stop them.
“I love you,” I said simply. “I never stopped.”
Her eyes widened, she blinked slowly, and too many emotions warred in her eyes—vulnerability, fear, hope. She didn’t say it back, but she pulled me down for another kiss that was different from the others. Some things were still too raw, too recent to voice, but she could tell me the truth through her kiss.
