Her laughter suddenly dies, and the smile creasing her cheeks gradually diminishes as we lock eyes, the air surrounding us electrifying, pulsing like a physical thing. Like lightning in a bottle.
This moment right here… this incredible thing between Aria and me… this boundless love between us that refused to die and only grew stronger even though distance and time separated us… iseverything.
With reverence, I gaze down at her, memorizing every detail, every new freckle, every minute change, getting lost in the gold halo surrounding the verdant green of her eyes.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.”
Her eyes turn into emerald pools as unshed tears gather.
“I’ve missed you. So much.” She lifts a delicate hand to my face and brushes the pad of her thumb across my bottom lip, licking her lips as she does, like she’s savoring the taste of our last kiss.
My cock, which has been aching and hard for her most of the evening, wants to feel those soft lips wrapped around it. Not tonight, but soon. Tonight, I want to make love to my woman.
With a gentleness that belays the fierce desire consuming me, I softly kiss her. But Aria has other plans.
She pushes on my chest until I rise to my knees. Her intense perusal travels over me, scorching me to cinder and ash. My heart rate triple beats when her gaze fixates on the bulge trappedbehind my board shorts, trying to bust free, eager to be deep inside her.
“Baby, stop looking at me like that,” I warn her.
“Like what?” she asks a little breathlessly, eyes going wide, then, “You look…” She scrapes her bottom lip between her teeth and peers up at me. “Bigger.”
A huge smile spreads across my face. No better ego boost.
“Yeah?”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “Get over yourself.”
I’m laughing as I tackle her back onto the bed and kiss her stupid.
Happiness.
I realize that’s the emotion bursting through me as I kiss Aria over and over. It’s a feeling I haven’t been acquainted with in a long time. Not since I walked away from her. Men like me don’t get many second chances, and I will not screw up this miracle again. She’s it for me. The one person who owns me completely—heart, body, and soul.
Something Jordan, Douglass’s husband, once told me pops into my mind. It’s something his mother told him. “One day, this incredible person will walk into your life and flip it upside down in the most amazing way possible. You’ll finally understand the meaning and the gravitas of the words ‘I love you;’ not because you say them, but because they are embedded into your soul and tattooed onto your heart. It’s then you realize you found your soulmate.”
“I love you.”
I can’t seem to stop saying it now, and Aria deserves a lifetime of hearing it.
With me still kneeling in front of her on the bed, she pulls her T-shirt over her head and tosses it who knows where, then does the same to mine. In a similar gesture to the one I did, Aria takesmy hand and presses my palm flat to her chest right above where her heart beats strong.
“This belongs to you. It’s always been yours, Mason. And if you don’t make love to me right this second—”
God, I love this woman.
I crush my mouth to hers, and she immediately opens, allowing me inside to taste her. To savor her. Our bodies move in a sybaritic dance as the rest of our clothes are shed, piece by piece. Claiming every inch of her soft skin, I lick and kiss a path across her chest, her breasts, her stomach, the curve of her hip, listening as her sighs turn to moans the farther down her body I go. I brush my nose across her trimmed pubis, inhaling her scent, drowning in it.
No teasing. No preamble. No build up. I just feast.
Her back arches off the bed, and she cries out when I go straight for her clit. Adding one finger, then another, I slide them along her inner wall, locating her G-spot with ease. It takes less than a minute before her delirious moans turn into screams of my name as her orgasm slams into her. And I watch every second of it. How her back curves, head thrown back, eyes closed, and dark hair spilling over the pillow. Absolutely breathtaking.
“Mason. Holy shit. That was…”
Her grip on my hair tightens, and she uses it to pull me up her body. She moans again when I kiss her, and she tastes herself on my lips.
“Now,” she demands, wrapping her legs around me and planting her bare feet to the backs of my thighs so she can push me forward, begging me with her body to fill her. My cock aches for it. Wants it more than my lungs need air to breathe.
But I’m a greedy man and not done with her yet. Remembering how sensitive her breasts are, I spend longminutes kissing and caressing each one until she’s writhing under me.
