"I've thought about this," I murmur against her neck. "Every night for months."
She pulls at my shirt, buttons catching on her fingers. "Show me."
I don't waste time with patience. My coat hits the floor, followed by my tie. Her hands are already working at my belt as I push her jacket from her shoulders, letting it pool at our feet.
"Bedroom," she gasps when I bite gently at her collarbone.
We stumble down the hallway, a trail of discarded clothing marking our path. Her dress slides down her body, revealing black lace underneath. My breath catches.
"Jesus, Coco."
She smirks, walking backward toward the bed, crooking her finger. "Come here."
I follow, shirtless now, my pants undone. When her legs hit the mattress, I place my hands on her waist and lower her down.
"I want to taste you," I say, my voice rough with need. "I've missed how you smell, how you sound."
Her eyes darken. "Then do it."
I slide her underwear down her legs, dropping to my knees beside the bed. Her skin is warm beneath my hands as I spread her thighs. The scent of her arousal makes my head swim.
"You're already wet for me."
She lifts her hips impatiently. "Don't tease me."
I don't. My mouth finds her center, my tongue tracing her folds before circling her clit. She arches off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat.
"Fuck, Ridge."
Her fingers twist in my hair, guiding me where she needs me most. I slide two fingers inside her, curving upward, feeling her clench around me.
"I've thought about this," she admits, breathless. "Alone in my bed, remembering how you feel."
The image of her touching herself, thinking of me, nearly breaks my control. I increase my pace, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
"I've missed you," I murmur against her skin. "Every part of you."
Her breathing quickens, her body tensing. "Ridge, I'm close."
I don't stop, working her with my fingers and tongue until she shatters, my name a broken cry on her lips. I kiss my way up her body as she recovers, her skin flushed and damp with sweat.
"Get these off," she demands, tugging at my pants.
I stand and shed the rest of my clothes. Her eyes roam over me, hungry and appreciative.
"Come here," she whispers.
I settle between her thighs, my cock hard against her stomach. She wraps her legs around my waist, guiding me to her entrance.
"I want to take my time," I tell her, fighting for control. "Make up for everything we missed."
She reaches up to touch my face, her expression suddenly serious. "We have time for that. Right now I just need you."
I push into her slowly, watching her eyes close in pleasure. When I'm fully seated, I pause, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her again.
"I love you," I say, the words simple and true. "I never stopped."
Her eyes open, meeting mine. "I love you, too."
