Mine to love.
Her hands slide down my chest and slip under the hem of my shirt. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to ask you to keep that secret,” she says against my lips.
“I know, Tavi. I know.”
“You make me feel like I can do anything.”
“You can.”
Together, we pull my shirt over my head, and then she’s kissing me again, her hands roaming over my bare skin like she needs to reassure herself that I’m all here, like it’s been so long since she touched me that she has to memorize the feel of me all over again.
Or maybe that’s why I’m touching her bare skin under her shirt.
To assure myself thatthisis my Tavi.
To prove to her that I’ll be here, by her side, no matter where she is in the world, no matter if she finds a new mission in life once Zero Ducks is up and running.
Somehow, I don’t think she’ll be satisfied saving one little piece of the earth.
I suspect she’ll want to save it all.
“Oh God, Dylan, I missed you so much,” she gasps as I find the tips of her breasts and brush them with my thumbs.
“I was with you the whole time. You have my heart, Tavi. You always have my heart.” I push her shirt up and worship them with my mouth instead, then twist her by the shoulder, tug her shirt the rest of the way off, and kiss that beautiful birthmark on her shoulder blade. “And I missed you too, Dolly.”
She laughs.
God, she has the best laugh.
“You missed Dolly?”
“I amsohappy to see her again.”
She wriggles until she’s pushing me back onto the bed, straddling me in nothing but her simple white cotton panties. “I love you,” she whispers.
I palm her cheek. “I love you.”
She bends and kisses my neck, my collarbone, my tattoo, and then her fingers are on the button on my shorts. “And I think it’s about time we try this again, don’t you?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer before she’s reaching into my shorts to stroke my cock.
My eyes slide shut, and I tilt my hips into her touch, losing myself in the feel of her hands and the cool breeze on my suddenly bare skin. She tugs my shorts down, one hand still stroking me, and then she licks me.
My hips buck off the bed, and I almost come on the spot. “Oh,fuck, Tavi,” I gasp.
For all the times we rolled around in the choir loft, she didn’t try to go down on me again.
“Do you want me to stop?” she whispers, her breath hot against my cock.
I grit my teeth and fight for control.
One lick.
One goddamn lick, and I’m nearly coming. “I want you to do anything you want to do,” I tell her.
“Anything?”
“I’m yours, Tavi. All yours.”
