“Yes,” I breathe.
His hands find the hem of my cami, and he looks at me once more before slowly raising it up my chest and over my head.I reach for his shirt, and he helps me pull it off by grabbing the back collar.
My fingertips run down his bare chest, and I rise up to give the hollow of his neck a kiss.
Nothing about this is new, but maybe the pace.We’ve had two years of getting to know each other’s bodies, of finding what works and coming back to one another, mastering what gets one another off every time.But tonight feels nothing like what’s come before it.
We both know it, but neither of us will address it.Because that would make it too real.
He takes his time in a way he never has before.His mouth moves over my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder.I run my hands through his hair, and he exhales against my skin as though he’s been holding his breath for weeks.
Maybe he has.I think we both have.
“Hadley.”My name falls from his lips, quiet and rough, and it undoes my last scrap of control.
“I know.”He doesn’t need to finish the sentence.I know.I feel it too.
Whatever this is, it’s not nothing, and it hasn’t been for a while.Eventually, we’re going to have to talk about it.
But not right now.
Right now his hands are on my skin, and his mouth is at my throat, and I pull him closer with the hopes my mind shuts off and I can just be in my body with him.
I don’t want him to rush.I want every second of this moment with him to linger.The weight of him over me, the warmth of his skin against mine, the way he says my name when he pulls my shorts off my hips and down my legs.
He stares at me, lifting one of my legs and trailing kisses down my inner thigh.His body lowers an inch at a time until he’s between my thighs, still looking at me through his thick eyelashes.
“I’ve missed your taste.”He tongues my clit.
My pelvis rises off the mattress, and he chuckles into my pussy, one arm holding me down.
He knows how to get me off with his mouth.He can probably get me there in two seconds, especially after all the months of sexual tension, but he doesn’t rush.He increases the pressure of his tongue on my clit and runs it down and back up.He teases me, playing a game.
“You do know I’ll pay you back.”My hand dives into his hair, the wavy threads slipping through my fingers.
“I’m counting on it.”He presses his entire face into my pussy.
I lift my knees, opening myself wider, and his finger plays with my opening as he licks me, sucks me, and blows on my clit in the most torturous but glorious way.
“East—” My hand clenches the comforter as my other one clings to his hair.
He doesn’t relent, increasing his pace, getting me right to the brink.And I fear he’s going to stop and tease me again, but his hand grabs my breast, his callused thumb running along my nipple, and that’s all it takes for me to bolt off the mattress on a moan.
He slows his pace but doesn’t abandon me, his tongue circling my clit, his finger slipping out of me.
When I finally come back to myself, he’s staring up at me with my juices on his lips.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
“Come here,” I whisper.
He kisses his way up my body, hovering over me, and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me.His tongue wastes no time diving through my lips, and I open for him.I taste myself on his tongue, and it only fuels my desire.
“I need you to get these off.”I push with my feet at the waist of his shorts.
Easton helps me, his muscles flexing as he lifts up and uses one hand to get them off.He sits back afterward, his glorious length hard and proudly erect.
Then his smile dims.“We have a problem.”
