I answer by capturing her mouth with mine.
The kiss starts slow and languid. I take my time learning the shape of her lips all over again, tasting her like I have all the time in the world. Because I do. We do.
She melts into me and slides her hands up my chest to curl around the back of my neck. I ease her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the mattress, then pull back just enough to look at her.
“I love you,” I tell her. “I don’t think I tell you that enough.”
“You tell me every day.”
“It’s not enough.” I find the zipper at the back of her dress and drag it down slowly. “It’ll never be enough.”
The fabric parts beneath my fingers, revealing inch after inch of soft skin. I push the straps off her shoulders and let the dress pool at her feet. She’s wearing a simple white bra and matching underwear, and the sight of her makes my mouth go dry.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. She reaches for my chest on instinct, gliding her fingers along the lines of muscle. Her touch is reverent. Accepting. She’s never once looked at my scars with anything but love.
I unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms. Her breasts spill free, full and heavy, and I cup them in my palms. I roll her nipples between my fingers, and she gasps.
“Lie down,” I tell her. “On your back.”
She obeys, settling against the pillows while I strip off my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, hard and aching. I see her gaze drop to it, and she licks her lips.
I slip my fingers under the waistband of her underwear and draw them down her legs. Then I crawl onto the bed and settle beside her, propping myself on one elbow so I can look down at her face.
“You’re so beautiful. I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I’ve always been yours.” She reaches up and pulls me down for a kiss. “Even when I hated you, I was yours.”
I cup one breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. She arches into my touch with a soft moan. I trail my hand lower, over the curve of her hip, down to the heat between her thighs.
She’s already wet for me. I groan against her mouth as I slide my fingers through her folds.
“I want to watch you,” I tell her. “I want to see your face while I make you come.”
I circle her clit with slow, steady pressure. Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips part on a gasp. I drink in every reaction, memorizing the way pleasure transforms her features. She obeys. Her dark gaze locks with mine, and the intimacy of itmakes my heart skip a beat. I increase the pressure on her clit and rub faster now. She struggles to keep her eyes open.
“Bryan...” she moans.
“That’s it.” I slide two fingers inside her while my thumb continues working her clit. “Let me see you fall apart.”
Her inner walls grip my fingers as I pump them in and out. I curl them to find that spot that makes her back arch off the mattress. Her hands fist in the sheets, and her breathing turns ragged. She’s close. I can see it in the flush spreading across her chest and the way her thighs start to tremble.
“Come for me, Skylar. Now.”
She shatters with a cry. Her body convulses as pleasure rolls through her. I work her through every wave and gentle my touch only when she starts to whimper. I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth and hold her gaze while I lick them clean.
“You taste incredible,” I tell her.
She tugs at my arms and replies, “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I roll onto my back and pull her with me. “I want you on top. I want to watch you ride me.”
She straddles my hips and positions herself over my aching cock. I grab her thighs as she sinks down slowly. She takes me inch by inch until I’m buried completely inside her. From this angle, I can feel every flutter of her inner walls and every tiny movement she makes.
“God, you feel good,” I breathe with a grunt.
She plants her hands on my chest and starts to rock. The sight of her above me, breasts bouncing and her head thrown back, makes me lose my mind. I let her set the pace while myhands roam over her thighs, her stomach, and up to cup her breasts.
