The moment shifted. The laughter died. She looked up at him then, her eyes locking on his bare chest, her gaze lingering just a second too long. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“You really should put on some clothes,” she said softly.
He crossed the room, towel still wrapped around his waist. “Why?”
“Because looking at you half-naked is bad for my blood pressure.”
He stopped a foot in front of her. “And what if I said the same about you?”
Her breath hitched. The heat between them snapped like a live wire.
One knee on the bed now, he reached for her. His knuckles brushed the satiny skin of her cheek, sending a thrilling bolt of fire into him. He shouldn’t. Getting involved with Drew again was madness. But no one had ever called him sane. At least not recently. He lifted her chin and slowly lowered his mouth toward hers. Their lips met—slow at first, searching. Then deeper. Hotter. She pulled him closer, hands gripping his back, nails digging in. It was everything he remembered and everything he’d tried to forget.
The towel around his waist slipped, not that it was great at hiding the instant erection he’d gotten when their lips first met. He let the thin terry fabric drop to the floor, cupped his palms on her cheeks, and moved between her spread thighs. Without releasing her mouth, he pressed forward, guiding her back to the cot’s lumpy mattress and lowered his body into the cradle of her hips.
Drew rocked her pelvis up, shifting their bodies enough to create a snug fit between them. God, he remembered this. Remembered how eager she’d always been to have him just like this, chest to breasts, hips to hips. How they fit together like puzzle pieces. Both of them dripping for the other.
He needed her naked…like yesterday, but he didn’t want to break the spell between them. He palmed the back of her thigh and lifted it along his side until she clasped her ankles around his back. Then he braced his weight on one hand and, with the other, shoved her plain white tank upward, exposing her glorious tits. He’d always loved playing with her nipples, and muscle memory kicked in as he tweaked and twirled the tight nubs.
Common sense raised its annoying head. He should give her an out. He wanted this so much, he physically hurt, but heneeded to know she craved this intimate connection as much as he did.
He lifted up until he could look into her eyes. “Drew, tell me you want this. As crazy as it is, and as bad as this idea is, I need you.”
Her pupils were wide, and she licked her lip. “I’m pissed at you, and…God, I can’t believe I’m saying this…” She skipped her fingertips down his spine. “We were always so good together. I missed us.”
He asked cautiously, “So that’s a yes? We’re doing this, even though we should be keeping our distance from each other?”
She rocked her hips enough to notch his cock at her entrance. “That’s a yes.”
He dropped his weight back on top of her and slid upward, using his body against hers like a seductive weapon. Her legs tightened around his hips, and she lifted her pelvis. The pressure on his cock between their two bodies made his eyes roll back.
“Condom?”
Her legs loosened. “Are you… have you?—”
“There’s been no one. Not in all this time apart. I’m clean.” He didn’t ask her, because honestly, part of him didn’t want to know if she’d been with anyone else.
“Really?” She lifted her gaze to his face.
He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Really.” What would she think if she knew he couldn’t even imagine having another woman in his bed?
“I haven’t either. So… No condom. I want to feel you inside me. The way we used to be.”
He captured her lips again, thrusting his tongue deep within. Some part of him reveled with the thought he’d been her last lover. His heart hammered so hard against his ribs he was certain she could feel it. God knew he felt hers beating just as rapidly under his pecs.
But another part of him was saddened by the thought of how much time they’d wasted. Faking his death, hiding from her hadn’t been easy. Dreams of her came almost nightly, and he’d woken with a morning hard-on way too often.
Drew broke the connection between their lips. “Hey. Come back.”
He canted his head to the side.
“You went somewhere in your head. Focus on me before I get even more pissed and shove you off.” She cupped his jaw and drew him back to her.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic leg of her panties and jerked it to the side, then guided his fingertip to her hot, seeping entrance.
“You are so ready for me.” He nuzzled one finger just inside her, pleased to hear her moan.
“Fuck me, Cross. Take me hard.”
