He lowered his head and kissed her, so softly it was almost a graze. The next kiss touched her neck, then her chest. On his way down her body, he claimed her other breast, taking her nipple inside his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. Her back arched and air hissed between her teeth.
When he shifted again, light kisses brushed over her hip bone, his breath whispering over her skin as he moved.
She barely felt him slipping her panties down her legs, or the slight shift in his body so that he settled between her thighs.
When his tongue ran over her clit, she arched and cried out, the sound shattering the quiet. He tasted her again, and her entire body trembled.
She grabbed at the sheets, clenching them in her fists, trying to anchor herself. His arms slipped around her thighs, widening her legs. And when his mouth latched to her clit and sucked hard, she was on fire. Her body burned.
“Colt!” His name was something between a scream and a moan.
When his fingers touched her entrance, she tensed. Then he slid two inside.
It was both too much and not enough at the same time. She stood on the edge of that cliff again, bothwantinghim to push her over the edge but also needing to stay exactly where she was for as long as possible.
His fingers began to move inside her, slow, rhythmic thrusts while his kisses trailed up her hip bone, then her side.
She was panting. She couldn’t get a single full breath in. When he took her mouth again, his tongue plunged straight inside, and she fell into the hole that was Colt. Losing herself in him as her hips thrust to meet his fingers.
Desperately, she reached down his body and unbuckled his jeans. Once the zipper was down, she slipped her hand inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his length.
His entire body stilled, and the cords of muscles that ran from his neck down his arms tensed and rippled.
She’d always loved that she could affect him as much as he affected her.
She slid her hand to the tip, running her palm over him, before shifting it back to the base.
“Indie.” Her name was either a growl or a warning, she couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter—she didn’t stop. She continued to move over his length, remembering what he liked. Wanting to bring him to the same spot on the edge of that cliff where he’d pushed her.
Suddenly, he gripped her wrist and lifted it above her head before kissing her again, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress.
When he rose, she wanted to groan…or maybe she did, because his lips curved. He pushed down his jeans and briefs, and then her mouth went dry.
It didn’t matter that she’d known this man,lovedthis man, since they were teenagers. It didn’t matter that she knew his body better than she knew her own. She’d always feel that breathless, can-barely-think-or-move stillness at the sight of him.
He crawled over her and settled between her thighs. She felt him right there. It took her two tries to wet her dry throat, but even then it didn’t really work.
He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. “Do you want me to wear something?”
She could have laughed. They’d tried for a baby for so long, they hadn’t worn a condom for nearly a decade. “No. I want to feel all of you inside me.”
His eyes darkened. Slowly, he slid inside.
Her eyes shuttered as he filled her. Stretched her.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his lips grazing her cheek.
Tears burned in her eyes. “It’s like a piece of me has been missing since you’ve been gone. And now I have it back.”
He lowered his temple to hers. “We can both be whole again.”
Colt droppedhis head into the crook of Indie’s neck.
Fuck, she was tight. He couldn’t move. He could barely breathe. It was like he was fucking chained exactly where he was.
He’d missed her. God, he’d missed so much about her. Her scent. Her warmth. The breathy sighs she made when he was inside her.
She wrapped her leg around his waist, making him sink deeper. A guttural growl tore from his throat.
