“I’m okay with that.”
“I’m not.” He pushed her hands away and grabbed the hem of her shirt. “If you’re in a rush to get someone naked, let’s get you naked.”
She grinned up at him and raised her hands above her head. “Okay.”
He grinned back and peeled her shirt off, dropping it on the floor. The flesh-colored bra was simple but created a deep cleavage between her breasts and his mouth watered.
“If you’re just going to stand there and stare, I might as well give you a show.” She reached behind her back.
“No. Let me.”
Goose bumps rose on her arms when he ran his hands around her back. He kissed the crook of her neck as he unhooked the fastening and she tilted her head to the side and sighed. He slid the straps down her arms and the garment fell.
Her breasts filled his hands when he cupped them and her nipples hardened against his palm. She’d always been so sensitive.
“Can we at least take your shirt off, too?” she asked.
“I suppose that’s fair.” He undid the buttons at the cuffs and peeled his shirt off, dropping it next to hers. The sight of her half naked in front of him made his knees buckle and he knelt in front of her.
“When did you get this?” He flicked the belly ring with his tongue.
“A few years ago.” Her nails scraped across the back of his head, sending frissons of electricity down his spine.
From this angle, he could see a small black tattoo just under her left breast. He ran his thumb over the small swirl. “And this?”
Her fingers stilled. “A year after we broke up. It’s the Celtic symbol for new beginnings.”
He pressed his lips over the spot, then looked up at her. “This is our new beginning.”
Standing, he picked her up again and laid her on the bed, following her down. Her dark amber eyes were shiny and he knew she was holding back tears. He didn’t want her crying. Sighing, laughing, maybe screaming—but not crying.
He kissed his way down to her jeans and flicked the button open. Rising up on his knees, he pulled them down her legs and tossed them away, peeling her socks off as well.
Her hips were fuller. Her abdomen a little softer. She was more beautiful than he remembered. She’d blossomed and he’d missed it. Never again. This was their new beginning.
“I’d really like you to take your pants off as well,” she said.
“I knew you just wanted to get me naked.” He winked and sat up to pull off his boots, socks, and jeans, but kept his boxer briefs on.
She surprised him by straddling him and settling right over his very hard erection.
“Row,” he said with a groan.
Grabbing his head, she kissed him while moving back and forth, up and down. Her damp heat surrounded him and gripped her hips while groaning into her mouth.
He let her take the lead until his balls felt like they were going to explode. Damned if he’d blow his load in his shorts like it was their first time again.
“Stand up,” he said.
Using his shoulders for balance, she stood and he pulled her panties down her hips and legs, helping her step out of them.
She’d waxed. Almost completely bare.
“Fuck.” His dick throbbed at the sight. Leaning forward he tasted her, drawing a deep groan.
“Luke,” she whispered. “Oh god, that feels good.”
He rubbed and flicked at her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue once then with the wide part, alternating back and forth.
