“Me either,” I say, lifting her hand and pressing my mouth to her knuckles.
She leans into me, her body molding to mine.
“I never got over you,” I tell her, lips resting against her forehead. “I just learned how to survive without you.”
She lets out a broken laugh. “You’re not supposed to say things like that.”
“Well, it was awful if it makes you feel any better.”
We both grow silent, and for a long moment, we stand there. Then she squeezes my hand once.
“Take me inside,” she says.
I don’t hesitate. I do.
We barely make it to the bedroom before all restraint is out the window.
The moment we are alone in my bedroom, the air around us shifts.
“Hi,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. It’s almost like she is suddenly nervous.
I step closer to her. “Hi.”
“You’re staring.”
“Of course, I am. You’re gorgeous, and I need you.”
Victoria’s mouth opens, and I know she’s going to say something, but I don’t let her.
Instead, I close the distance between us, lean in, and seal my mouth to hers.
The kiss is soft at first.
I don’t want to go too fast.
It’s been years since we were last together like this.
I’m in no rush . . .
But soon she presses closer, and then when her hands reach for me, tangling in my shirt, I lose my shit, and cup her face in my hands.
“Need you,” I groan against her mouth.
Her fingers curl into my chest at my words. “Need you too.”
At her words, I pull her tighter. The kiss grows more frantic and desperate.
I’ve waited too long for this moment.
She tugs at my shirt, pulling the material up until her nails scratch my skin.
The feeling of her hands on me is almost too much right now. I want to devour her. Consume her.
I should take it slow, but fuck it, I can’t.
I grip her tighter.
Pull her closer.
