The man makes me feel like the most stunning woman in the world, and my response isyou’re not half bad?
“You’re a sexy beast, Duncan,” he intones into my neck.
I shiver. “You’re a s—sexy beast, Duncan.”
“With the best ass in hockey.”
I squeeze his ass. “That was never a question.”
“Say it.”
I rub my face against his as he continues kissing and licking and sucking at my neck. “You have the best ass in hockey.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And I love the way you make me feel delicate when you’re holding me,” I whisper.
He’s bunching my dress in his hands, tugging it up inch by inch as he moves his mouth to my ear. “You’re goddamn perfect, Addie. Your strong parts and your soft parts and your stubborn parts and your vulnerable parts. So goddamn perfect.”
No, he is.
I don’t have the words, but I have something else. I can show him.
I tug at his undershirt, pulling it out of his pants, and then I tackle his belt.
He lifts my dress faster. “Slow and careful,” he says as I pause in stripping him to lift my arms.
The sundress comes off easier than the gown did a few weeks ago, and he’s so gentle, there’s no pain at all in my shoulder.
Once he has my dress on the floor, he strips out of his undershirt. I kiss him while he circles my ribcage with his large hands and I reach for his belt again.
“Mm, lace,” he whispers as he unhooks my bra. “I love your underwear.”
“I hate your pants.”
Though I do love the stiff hard-on behind them.
And I love the way he’s kissing me. Teasing my lips with his tongue. Being so veryDuncan.
He’s smiling.
I can feel it against my mouth.
I win the battle with the belt, and the button and his zipper give way easily. I push his pants off his hips, boxers too, and then I have that thick, hot, hard cock in my hands.
“Fuck, Addie,” he groans as I squeeze and stroke.
“I missed you.”
His heavy-lidded gaze connects with mine. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to.
You’ll never have to miss me again.
I want you.
I won’t give up on you again.
I’m all yours.
