So I finally touch her the way I’ve been dreaming of.
My fingertips find the hot skin behind her knees, feathering up her thighs, which fit within the span of my palm. I forget how small she is sometimes.
She’s always so strong. Resilient.
Drew tips my head back, and her kiss is like a slow detonation—heat building beneath my skin until I’m nothing but smoke and trembling hands, wrecked by the taste of her.
She crawls on top of me, and I hold on for dear life. I’m not letting her get away this time, not going to wreck it like I so easily did before.
She’s the best part of my life.
I hate that I had to lose her completely once to know that.
I let myself go, kissing her with every emotion I’ve kept pent up over the last six years, the ones that multiplied when she returned home.
The ones that morphed into this deep attraction after seeing her as the woman she’s become.
My hand sinks into her hair to tug her closer, and she moans into my mouth.
Fuck, I’m a goner. Aroused is too nice of a word for what I am. I ache for Drew.
And the hard-on trapped behind the zipper of my jeans is pulsing with the promise of what we almost did last time.
I cup her ass as she rocks herself against me, and I eat the tender little noises that slip between her lips.
Drew’s fingers ruffle through my hair, giving me a gentle tug as her teeth pinch my bottom lip.
Teasing. Testing.
Her mouth travels under my jaw, down my throat, kissing and scraping with her teeth.
She sucks on the spot just under my Adam’s apple, and I lose it.
“Ohfuck.”
My whisper is met by her giggle.
She tastes every inch of my exposed skin, and I’m shaking with the restraint to grab her and flip her under me on this small bed.
When she retreats to look at me, the dark glaze of her chocolate eyes reflects my own thoughts back at me.
Thankfully, I can read her as well now as I’ve always been able to, so I take the leap and trust my instincts, gathering her up and rolling us onto her comforter.
Drew’s smile blooms bright and wide, and mine surfaces without any further prompting.
Her touch brushes over me like it’s some kind of rare gem before my mouth is back on hers.
I’m not slowing down now that I’ve given myself permission to want this.
To want her this way.
Her knees squeeze my waist as she locks her legs around me.
The balance here is off, but that doesn’t stop Drew, her hands sliding under my leather jacket and burning me through my thin sweater.
And damn me if I’m not selfish, but I want more of her skin.
I’m nothing if not patient.
