“I miss you.”The words tumble freely without reservation, and I’ve never spoken anything truer.She doesn’t reply, but the quickening of her breath tells me she heard me.Instead, she keeps her eyes on my chest as she explores me.
I want nothing more than to do the same.I want to palm her luscious tits in my hands and test their weight.I want to suck the tight peak of her nipples into my mouth and taste her.I want so many things—all of them with her.
Only her.
No longer able to resist temptation, I glide one hand gently up her spine.Her skin is smooth and so damn soft.Dipping beneath her hair, I cup the back of her neck, and her eyes snap to mine.No words are exchanged, but understanding passes between us.This is something we both want.Hell, that we both need.
That single look says so much.That this blip in time between us doesn’t change our past, it doesn’t fix what’s broken, but it’s a pause.A moment to just be together, and I want that.I want so much, but this… it’s everything.
She’severything.
When her hands move to the waistband of my jeans, I hiss out a breath, which rewards me with a soft yet sexy smile from my Ells.Leaning back on my elbows, I give her space for whatever it is she has planned for us next.In no time, the button pops and my zipper lowers.I watch carefully as she bites down on her bottom lip before her eyes find mine.I nod, letting her know I’m in for whatever she has planned.
She scrambles off my lap, and I groan in protest as fear lights inside my veins.
Please don’t let her stop this.Please don’t let this night with her be over.
I don’t say a word as I repeat the words over in my head twice more before Ellison shimmies out of her leggings, taking her panties with her in one fluid motion.She’s standing before me bare, shuffling from one foot to the next as I take my time raking my eyes over every inch of her.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, and it’s true.Never in my life have I seen a more beautiful sight, and as a Marine, I have traveled to many places.None of them, nothing in this lifetime, has ever compared to her.
She ducks her head, letting her dark hair curtain her face.
“Please don’t, Ells,” I rasp quietly.
Her eyes snap to mine.
“Please don’t hide from me.Not your eyes, not your gorgeous body, not your heart.Let me see all of it.The pain, the heartache, the hope.Let me have it all, baby.”
Her arms fall to her sides, and she stands up tall, squaring her shoulders, her eyes locking with mine.
“Good girl,” I murmur as I climb to my feet.It takes no time to kick off my jeans and boxer briefs, leaving us on an even playing field.I stand frozen in time, allowing her the same courtesy to take in every inch of me.
We’ve both changed.We’re older now, grown adults, but in so many ways, we’re still the same two kids who would steal kisses in this very room while her parents and sisters were sleeping just down the hall.
Ellison takes a small step toward me, but I remain still.Another step, then another, and her palms land on my chest.My fingers twitch as I grip her waist, pulling her in close.My cock rests against her belly, and she presses in tighter, as if she can’t get close enough.My hands begin to roam because I can’t not touch her silky-smooth skin.
One minute I’m tracing my fingers over her ribs, the next, her palms are flat on my chest as she pushes me back onto the bed.I huff out a laugh and lock my arms behind my head, leaving myself open and exposed for her.I don’t give a fuck what she does to me.I just don’t want this moment to end.
My girl climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips.Reaching between us, she grips my cock as if she owns it, owns me, and I have to fight my smile because she does.I don’t know if she realizes it or not, but everything I am, everything I have, it’s all hers.
It will always be hers.
She strokes my cock a few times, running her thumb over the engorged tip, smearing the precum that I can’t control, not with her.It takes more control than even I knew I possessed to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head, having her hand on my cock after all this time.However, I do it.I keep my eyes wide open, watching every moment, every stroke of her soft hand around my hard length.
When she rises onto her knees and moves forward, I draw in a breath.My gaze is locked in, watching as she aligns my cock with her entrance, and slowly, painfully so, she eases down onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, because this—her—nothing has ever felt like this.Like home.It’s not the town or the house, it’s the woman.It’s always been Ellison.She’s everything I remember, and so much more.
Her head tilts back, the ends of her hair brushing against my thighs, as she lowers herself.It’s not until her thighs meet mine, and she’s taken all of me, that she lifts her head.Our gazes collide, and there’s so much passing between us.
Hurt.
Anger.
Confusion.
And most of all… hope.
