Bare to her for the first time in a decade, I stared, swallowed thickly, then reached for her, dragging my hands over her sinewy shoulders and to her chest, my fingers swiftly popping the buttons of the oversizedman’sshirt she wore.
Irrational jealousy licked throughme, even as I told myself it probably belonged to Gus, but it faded as the shirt slipped away and my gaze fell on Mia’s breasts, barely contained in a tiny white bra.
I’d always had a thing for white lace and her fair complexion. An obsession. Did she remember? Or had she been wearing underwear like this the entire ten years we’d been apart?
More jealousy ramped through me. I squeezedher shoulders a little too hard and tugged her closer. She stumbled, steadying herself with her fist on my chest, glaring, but the fire in her eyes wasn’t anger. She wanted this. She wantedme.
Or at least what I could give her.
My hands slid down her arms as I edged her towards the bed. I couldn’t seem to break eye contact, like I was afraid the permission to touch her would expire themoment I looked away, and I craved the sensation of her mouth on mine.
But I didn’t kiss her—not on the lips. Instead I trailed soft kisses down her neck, along her clavicle, and lower until I reached the lacy edge of her bra.
I shoved the delicate fabric aside. My thumbs seemed rough on her silky skin, but I couldn’t contain the increasing urgency in my touch. Mia gasped and her softfingers dug into my shoulders. I took her nipple into my mouth and a shuddery moan escaped her, taking me instantly back to Gus’s kitchen when she’d come on my fingers. God, I loved making her come. I’dmissedmaking her come. There’d been others over the years, but no one like her.
My heart had forgotten how it felt to be near her, and it raced now, thumping against my ribcage as I worshippedher beautiful chest. Arousal rocketed through me, and it was all I could do not to throw her down and fucking ravage her.
I released her breast from my mouth and gazed down at her. She smirked, as though she’d heard the reckless desire rampaging through my mind. She unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them down her hips, revealing more white lace, and pushed at my waistband.
“Get naked.”
Like I needed to be told twice. I shucked my sweats, matching her smirk at my lack of underwear with one of my own until her jeans disappeared, and I was left with the sight of her in nothing but tiny boy shorts that clung to her perfectly thick thighs.
I was fucking gone. My mouth watered and I had no resistance as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of my bed and opened her legs. Isank to my knees, revelling in the firm press of hands on top of my head. Remembering. Anticipating. I slid my palms up her thighs and hooked my thumbs around her underwear. The slinky shorts went the same way as the rest of her clothes and she was finally bare to me.
My dick was heavy—throbbing—but I fought the urge to thrust inside her, and it belatedly dawned on me that it wasn’tmeshewanted. Mia wanted to come. And I was ready, willing, and good at it, if I followed the cues her body had etched on my soul all those years ago.
I couldn’t make sense of the emotions having a rave in my heart, so I did the other thing I was good at and ignored them.
Breath caught, I buried my face between her legs and kissed her clit—feathery and light at first, before I went to town andworshipped her the way she’d always loved. My Mia had been a sucker for the kind of sex that took us somewhere else. Carried us off on waves of pleasure so high I’d sometimes feared we’d never come down. Teenage me had explored her with equal measures of excitement and nerves.
I wasn’t a teenager anymore. My tongue was sure of its path, and my mouth watered at her sweet taste. I thrust twofingers inside, and a harsh breath whooshed out of her.
“God, yes. Like that, like that.”
Her hands returned to my head, pushing me down again, holding me tight. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. My world narrowed to her charged moans and quivering flesh, and only the desperate need to make her combust stopped me jacking myself.
“Fuck. Luke.”
She tried to squeeze her thighstogether, but I held her still, tonguing her hard, chasing oblivion on her behalf.
“Luke,”she ground out again. “God, fuck me.”
It took all I had not to freeze. My cock was screaming out for her, but my heart was fucking terrified. I eased off her and pulled away, staring up at her, my tongue still dripping with her taste. “You want me to fuck you?”
Her eyes blazed. “Why else wouldI be here?”
In answer, I crawled up her body and onto the bed, hooking my hands under her shoulders and hauling her up to the pillows.
She growled and shrugged me off, but the glint in her gaze told me I was giving her exactly what she wanted: Rough. Raw. Impersonal.
But away from the cocoon I’d created between her legs, being so close to her left me dizzy. The need to kiss her wasoverwhelming. Iachedfor her. And only fucking her would make it stop.
I wrapped my fingers loosely—briefly—around her throat, then reached across to the bedside table. A box of condoms had idled uselessly in the drawer since I’d bought the house a year ago, a housewarming present from my dickhead brother. I’d never used a condom with Mia before, but things were different now.
Things.Fuck.Everything was different now. I’d never fucked her with a condom, but I’d never moved inside her without kissing her, without stroking her hair back from her face, without telling her I loved her.
I’d neverfuckedher at all.
