Then I kiss him.
He freezes for half a heartbeat before responding with desperate intensity. His hands frame my face, tilting my head as his mouth moves over mine. I taste salt from tears. Mine or his, I can't tell. Don't care. All that matters is this: his mouth on mine, his touch igniting every nerve ending, the rightness of finally, finally being here.
When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.
"Inside," I whisper against his lips. "Now."
He doesn't need to be told twice.
We stumble through the door, hands everywhere, mouths fused. He kicks it shut behind us, and the sound echoes through the cabin's open space. The last time we were here, everything was careful, gentle, patient.
Not now.
Now, I'm on fire.
I yank at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It lands somewhere behind him with a soft thud, forgotten. My hands spread across his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the ridgesof muscle beneath the sprawling tattoo. His breath hitches when my nails scrape lightly over his nipples.
"Ivy," he groans.
"Bedroom," I demand.
One side of his lips turns up into a smirk.
"Bossy."
"You have no idea."
His laugh is dark and hungry as he backs me down the hallway, his hands already working at the buttons of my cardigan. He pushes it off my shoulders, then reaches for the hem of my shirt.
"This too," he mutters.
I lift my arms, and he strips it away. His eyes drop to my simple white bra, and the heat in his gaze makes my skin flush.
"Beautiful," he breathes.
We reach the bedroom, and he walks me backward while kissing me until my knees hit the mattress. I sit, looking up at him.
"Too fast?" he murmurs, searching my face.
The raw need on his face steals my breath.
"Not fast enough."
Something feral flashes in his eyes. But then he schools his expression.
“We need to slow down. It’s been a while since you and I made love. I want you to savor every second.
"I need you," I whisper, shaking my head.
He inhales shakily then composes himself.
“I missed you every second of every day,” he says softly.
My body is now trembling with need.
“Show me.”
His mouth captures mine again, slower this time, savoring. His tongue traces the seam of my lips. I’m burning for him,desperately wanting more. But I open for him, letting him taste and explore
