Page 42 of Where You Left Me

She purses her lips before finally saying, “It’s been a long time since you saw me naked.”

“And? You trying to hurt me with the reminder? Because I know it’s been a long time.”

“I’ve changed. My body has changed,” she says, dropping her gaze and staring at the floor.

Heat fills my face. “You being serious right now? You’re worried about your body?”

“A little,” she admits. “And it’s not just because I’m older or things have shifted. Jones, my body hasn’t been the same since…since…I was pregnant.”

I lift her chin to encourage her to look at me. It takes a bit, but eventually, she does. “Your body is beautiful. It’s strong. It’s been through hell and back. And it’s still flawless.”

She exhales a breath like she doesn’t believe me.

“Even if it takes all night, I’m going to worship your body until you’re convinced.”

The corner of her lip lifts. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Strip,” I demand again.

“Jones—”

“You heard me. Now,” my voice thunders.

She glares at me defiantly. It’s cute. But it’s not going to convince me to change my mind. She deserves to be praised.

Slowly, she tugs the biker shorts down her thighs, and my dick twitches. She kicks out of the shorts and now stands before me dressed in only a scrap of silky red panties.Red. Again.Saliva pools in my mouth.

Is this woman trying to kill me?

I swallow. “Those too, Peaches. I want to see all of you.”

She rolls her eyes at me. I’m tempted to laugh, except I’m too aware of just how lucky I am to be a witness of this beautiful woman undressing in front of me. And then I have no words at all. Her panties are pooling around her ankles and my jaw is falling along with it.

She’s breathtaking.

And she was worried about her body. I groan and shake my head. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

“You’re absolutely stunning.”

A big smile appears on her face. “You’re not disappointed?”

“I could never be disappointed when it comes to you,” I say, my voice rumbling in my chest. I step closer to her, my hands anxious to touch her everywhere. “You’re so tempting, I could eat you up.”

“Promise?” she quips.

“Oh okay, there’s the cheeky girl I remember,” I tease back. “Get that cute ass of yours on the bed.”

Mia crawls backward onto the bed and I climb right up after her. I’m anxious to get my mouth on her. To taste her.It’s been so long, is what plays on repeat in my mind.

As she lays flat on her back, her chest rises and falls rapidly. I hover over her and admire her naked body. The way her huge tits sit so perfectly at attention like they’re on display for me. Unable to restrain myself, I lower my head and drag my tongueagonizingly slow over one pink nipple. She squirms beneath me. And I can’t resist the grin that pulls at my lips.

I pull back and blow air across the same wet nipple. She inhales a sharp intake of breath. Diving my mouth down again, I lick the pebbled nipple before taking in a mouthful of her breast.

Lowering down her body, I spread kisses across her stomach until my lips find her belly button. I have been eager to get my mouth on this piercing since I saw it the other night. My tongue darts out and flicks the cool metal. I twirl up and over and around the studded ring. She moans and the sound causes my cock to throb.

Pushing up onto my knees, my gaze travels down her body and back up again. She watches me with intrigue and expectance, and it empowers me to continue. Because,holy fuck, I think she wants this night to happen as much as I do.

I rest my hands on her waist and slide them down her stomach, admiring every inch of her. She tried to warn me that her body was different. There are a few small aspects that are different about her. But not in a bad way. She’s softer in the tummy and she has a few stretchmarks on the sides of her hips where they’ve slimmed from when I last saw her. Her skin is a shade or two lighter. My guess is not as many lake days in Connecticut as she used to get in Maple Ridge.

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