“It’s getting light out. Hang on.” I get off the bed and move to the windows, opening the curtains. We have a lower-level room, so we have short, half-windows, but they let in plenty of light during the day. It’s barely dawn now, but it isn’t pitch-black out anymore either, so I can see her well enough.
So, I turn to her with a smile and hold out my hands.
She got gets her feet and reaches for me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper.
I’m shirtless, wearing pajama bottoms I picked up specifically for this trip. Normally, I sleep nude or in boxers, but I needed to be prepared for whatever happened between us, including nothing. Which meant pajamas, even though I normally hate them.
“So are you.” She reaches out and gently runs her fingers along a scar on my shoulder. She traces a line with her fingers along my biceps, and then across my chest. She grazes her nails along my stomach, staring down at my torso with pure admiration. Then she worries her lower lip for a few seconds, before running her tongue over it, and my cock springs to life immediately.
Just watching the look in her eyes and the small smile playing on her lips is a huge turn-on.
“Is it my turn yet?” I ask in a throaty whisper.
“Yes.” She lets the front of the dress slip down a little but it’s tight so it won’t come off on its own, and I hold out one hand to steady her as she steps out of it. She’s in nothing but a strapless bra and panties now, but her body is exactly as I envisioned it when I saw her in the dress last night—perfection.
Her hips are round and full for someone as thin as she is, the indentation of her waist giving the illusion she’s curvy, and her thighs are mouthwateringly shapely. Everything about her is flawless as far as I’m concerned, and my self-control is about to snap in a big way.
I reach out to touch her, circling her small waist with my hands. There will be plenty of time for everything, but right now, I need to make contact until we’re ready to take it further.
My phone buzzes, and I turn, worried it’s Chains. Who else would be calling at this time of the morning?
“It might be Chris, waiting for you at the gym. It’s almost seven.” Her eyes twinkle with mirth as she all but reads my mind.
“Hang on, let me tell him I’m not coming.” I grab the phone, type a quick reply to Chris, and toss it back on the bed. “Where were we?”
“You were going to make mad, passionate love to me,” she whispers playfully.
“Nothing mad about it,” I say, drawing her close. “You told me once you didn’t care if you lived in a high-rise in the city or a hut on a beach… Is that still true?”
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t know where I’m going to be or what I’m going to be doing the next few years,” I say softly. “I won’t disappear again, like I did last time, but I don’t know if we can be together like a normal couple. I need you to understand that before we do this.”
“I’d rather be alone six months of the year knowing you’re coming home to me than be with anyone else full-time.”
My mouth finds hers with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. This isn’t just sex or passion—this is a spectacular culmination of every goddamn thing that made me who I am.
And she kisses me back like a woman who knows what she wants and is going to take it because she knows damn well that I’m going to let her.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth again and again, dragging my fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer. I kiss her thoroughly, until I hope her toes curl and her pussy drips for me. Her lips are like velvet, soft and warm against mine, just like that night all those years ago.
Except now we aren’t hiding and I won’t have to stop.
I drop my head and let my mouth travel down her throat, pausing to lick and nuzzle her salty skin. I press a kiss between her breasts before reaching back to unhook the bra. Her breath catches as it falls away, but I’m too focused on the swell of her breasts and her raspberry nipples, which are already hard little peaks of anticipation.
I flick my tongue over one, watching as she inhales sharply, head falling back. I blow lightly and watch her nipples tighten even more as she arches her chest against me.
“More?” I ask softly, trailing one hand down her back.
“Yes. Please.”
I move to the other breast, squeezing one with my hand and softly cupping the first. Need shoots through me with such force, it’s almost unbearable, but this is about her. Her needs, her pleasure, her desires. And she’s so beautifully responsive. Every kiss, nip, and lick elicits the most exquisite responses, my cock swells behind my boxers almost painfully.
I’ve been on an unintentional hiatus from sex so I need her desperately.
“You’re making me crazy,” I whisper against her chest.
