When she whispered my name again, it wasn’t an apology. It was a promise.
Her dress came off in stages—me fumbling with the zipper, her laughing at my curses, both of us breathing too hard when it finally pooled around her waist.
"God, you're beautiful," I breathed, tracing the constellation of freckles across her shoulders, the ones I used to know by heart. "More beautiful than memory."
"Memory tends to be kind," she murmured, looking away.
"Memory was a poor substitute." I sat up, bringing us face to face, her in my lap with her legs wrapped around me. "Memory didn't include this tiny scar," I kissed her collarbone where a small white line marked some story I didn't know, "or the way your breathing catches when I do this," my mouth found that spot below her ear that always made her melt, and sure enough, her breath stuttered, "or how perfectly you fit against me, like you were carved from my missing pieces."
"Wyatt," she gasped as my hands explored the expanse of her back, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. "Please..."
"Please what, darlin'? Tell me what you need."
She shifted on top of me, moving closer. Our hips now flush, I knew she could feel just how much I wanted her. Her forehead rested on mine, one hand in my hair and the other on my chest. ”You. All of you. Now."
She didn’t wait for a response, her kiss urgent and all-consuming. The summer air was cool on my skin compared to the heat building between us. Ivy’s hands were soft and sure as they slid over my pecs, slipping underneath my shirt before sending it off my shoulders.
“You’re more muscular,” she whispered, looking down between us. One of her hands glided over my sternum through my chest hair. The corners of her mouth curved in a smile. “And hairier too.” We both laughed.
“I’ll shave it.” I’d do whatever she wanted. Whatever she needed to be happy. I refused to lose her again.
“No.” She shook her head, squeezing my shoulders and down my arms. “I like it.” Her eyes met mine, dark with desire. “It’s sexy.”
“Yeah?” My voice came out rough.
Her teeth sank into her pillowy bottom lip, and she nodded, peering up at me through her lashes. God, I’d never seen anything as beautiful as her.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, and she let out a little yelp as I spun us so she was on her back. Her hair fanned out on the blankets, shining in the moonlight.
“Ivygirl,” I whispered, taking her in.
Her eyes searched mine, chest rising and falling quickly. “Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Her smile was soft, genuine. “I love you too.”
I chased her words with a kiss, wanting to see if they tasted as sweet as they sounded. Ivy’s mouth opened for me instantly, fingers threading through my hair. We kissed until we werebreathless, until I was dizzy with want for her and she was tugging at me to get impossibly closer.
I slipped a hand between her legs, her hips lifting to meet me. I pulled her panties to the side. Her mouth fell open with a breathy sigh, eyes fluttering shut when I filled her with two fingers, my thumb pressing on her clit just right. “Wyatt,” she whimpered, hands curling around my arms.
“God, Ivy,” I groaned when I felt how wet she was. I’d missed how reactive she was, how her body came alive under my touch. I hadn’t done this in the barn. And didn’t savor her the way I should’ve, the way she deserved, at the campfire.
I was determined to make up for it.
“Want you to come on my fingers,” I said, curling them just right to make her gasp.“After that, I’m gonna fuck you slow, take my time with you, relearn what makes you fall apart.”
“Please,” she whined, rolling her hips into my hand, chasing after that friction I knew she needed. “Now. Do it now, Wyatt,please.”
“Come for me first,” I ordered, pumping my hand faster. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Her pussy clamped around my fingers, walls fluttering, as she came. Moaning loud enough to plaster a smug smile on my face. She was magnificent when she looked up at me. Cheeks flushed, breathing shaky, eyes sparkling.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured. I lifted my hand to my mouth, holding her gaze while I sucked my fingers clean. “Still as sweet as I remember.”
I kissed down her jaw, along her neck and collarbones, swirled my tongue around one of her hardened nipples. She jumped, inhaling quickly at the scrape of my teeth.
“These are bigger,” I said, taking her breasts in my hands, kneading them roughly. “I noticed that back in the barn.” And had been thinking about them since. Hell, I’d been thinking about Ivy and her body these last fourteen years.
