Our breaths were erratic as we waited five lifelong seconds for the elevator doors to glide open. I silently prayed we’d have it to ourselves for my own sinister reasons.
When we stepped on, I pressed button 22, waiting in agony for the double doors to close.
Once shut, I lifted Giana, pushing her against the elevator wall, smooth legs snaked around my waist.
My lips crashed down onto hers, unabashed and electric.
Her fingers were tangled in my hair.
Our tongues danced to their own rhythm.
Fuck, I missed this.
I missedus.
“What exactly are we doing?” she breathed out.
“Us Version 2.0,” I rasped into her ear.
“Us Version 2.0, huh?”
I smiled at the playfulness in her tone. “Yep, and this time around, let’s forget our past and get lost in our future.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Giana
I didn’t care who might have heard us crashland into our room.
Clothes and shoes flew off, leaving a scattered trail before we fell onto the bed.
Straddling Reed, I ran my fingers along the plane of his chest, admiring the muscled contours, refusing to compare back-in-college sexy-as-hell Reed with the here-and-now hot-as-fire Reed.
He wanted us to forget our past and get lost in our future?
Fine. With. Me.
I loathed the past, loathed how we ended, both selfishly focused on chasing individual dreams rather than pursuingus.
If time didn’t heal all wounds, a night of pure, unadulterated sex would.
Reed took me in and smiled. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His guttural approval eased the subconscious doubt I had about the moonlight casting a soft glow over my breasts, my belly, and black lacy thong.
Reed pulled me in for a kiss, flipping me onto my back, his body like a glove between my open thighs. “I want you, baby. All of you.”
Baby. Hearing him say that again was like a serenade to my heart.
No one had called me that since him, not even loser Chad.
We kissed, slow and long, as he ground into me, his cock rising to the occasion.
I wanted all of him too. Now and forever.
He kissed his way down my neck to the valley between my breasts, pausing to lick and suck each pearled nipple.
I arched into him, hands threading through his hair, already lost before the real fun had begun.
